Phone call No 1:
“Shelly, right, that’s it I am leaving here, I’ve had enough of this shit. That wagon, is out of line and I am going to report her and she is dead as soon as I am finished with her. You know what she did, she feckin said I couldn’t bring my
The kid’s mate dropped down, K. They were hanging on the couch and the following coversation ensued:Phone rings“Its me , yeah what about me ginge, hey, what’s up? Ya what? He did what? I’ll kill him. No, hold on” turns to the mate K, “its me ginge, the boyf bate her up”Shocked reaction from the
I can be such an idiot at times. But that’s a seperate issue. The kid arrived home on Friday pretty pissed off. Usually Friday is a good day for her as its the weekend and she has no school until Monday. Today however the love/hate relationship continues with the art teacher who thought she was
Or not. Its very rare in my line of work that I would work long hours and the odd weekend, but with a deadline looming it has to be done. Just bad timing with the week that’s in it I guess. Mammy2 has been quite unwell, the kid has been bouncing off walls literally and
The kid had her irish oral today and appeared to do alright. The examiner said she had a good grasp of the Irish Language, the kid reckons its because she’s from the bog. I doubt they were her exact words but you get our drift. She’s been in great form, she has her moments as
