Long weekend ahead and I’m really looking forward to it. Doing nothing and relaxing for a while. I mentioned to the kid that I was thinking of starting back into painting. Needless to say she was unimpressed. A raised eyebrow was the comment that it warrented. She’s been ‘hangin’ with the boyf for most of this week, thank god. Else it would be “I’m bored” for most of the evenings when we return home.

Its bizzare, this worrying gene. I think Mam must have passed it onto me before she left this place. I mean, I worry. Constantly about the kid. When she’s in the apartment, its fine. Because I can hear her and am possibly plotting her demise as she speaks, but if she’s gone for a long period of time with no contact from her, even though I know where she is, dangerous scenarios starting appearing in my head. She’s fallen in front of the Luas. She’s been mugged. She’s been beaten up. She’s been kidnapped by people who like people who wear black make-up. Not, oh she’s hanging with the boyf and will be home later. Not, oh we have the place to ourselves, isn’t it great. Nope. Its panic. She was gone for most of Monday evening and for a while I enjoyed it. I relaxed. But the later it got, the more agitated I got.

What I want to know is when does this feeling go away. What if she decides to travel. To somewhere other then Holland. Am I going to have to hide in the suitcase and make sure she’s alright? When will I stop worrying and fretting about her? She got her pic take on Tuesday for the magazine, still not sure when its appearing. They said they’d let us know. She was very nervous about it but I’d say she loved it. I’m looking forward to seeing the pic. Lots of interesting arty poses no doubt.

Its ovulation time again, time to throw so much sperm at those ovaries, they won’t know what hit them. It’ll be like, there’s someone at the door, 2 minutes later, you’ve got a punctured ovary and a jubliant sperm. Happy days. That is the plan. Of course things don’t work that way. We are
trying to be non-chalent about it. As non-chalent as one can be when being inseminated.

The weekend is a busy one, the brother is up on Sunday as he’s taking part in the parade. I get to watch him march. Should be fun, he takes the FCA thingy very seriously. I also am looking forward to the rest of the parade but I shall refrain from mentioning the guards, espeically the female ones.

One of the good mates turned 30 yesterday, so we went out for dinner with her. She’s having a big party next Saturday, a joint 30th with another mate of hers. It was good to catch up with her, we see her less and less lately, she’s a hard worker and works long hours so it leaves little time for socialising. We had a great old chat and I ranted about having a bloke for your best friend. Myself and the mate C are having some problems at the moment, or should I say I am having the problems and he doesn’t even notice. It was good to get someone else’s perspective. I think I shall be having a chat with him when he returns from the wilds of Amsterdam. Himself and the gf are over there for a long weekend.

I must pick up an easter egg for the kid this evening or my life won’t be worth living. Can you imagine her face? Lets not joke about it, shall we not.

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