Jellybabies, x files informers and farewells
There are times when I feel its better if I think before I talk or share any information I have. This was noted at J’s farewell on Saturday. He left the team a couple of weeks ago, and with the hectic social lives we all lead, it was quite hard to get us all together for a lunch and a few drinks. Finally, Saturday was agreed upon. We had a time and a location. I had arranged to meet the team earlier so we could get the card signed, get the voucher and be all set when he arrives. Of course he’s early. Hungover to high hell. Time for Plan B. Play it cool, await arrival of card and then tell him to go to toilet for a while. He was delighted with his card and we did him up a collage of images
from the various meets he was involved in over the years. It turned out to be a long day as we stayed out until late enough.I was wrecked though as the week had been a bit mental so I headed home around 9.30 I think. When I got home, the kid had camped out in our bedroom window waiting for the lunar eclipse. I crawled into bed and told her to call me when something interesting was happening. She never did, she decided I needed my sleep. As I had skipped over all the work I was supposed to do on the Saturday, I was up early enough on Sunday to get started. She was also up. The mate K was helping her ‘rebound’ and find someone nice to ‘meet’. Teenagers. I just nodded in all the right places and went online.
Mammy2 was a tad hungover, she didn’t come home when I did. She arrived in later with the other mate J and they were until all hours solving the problems of the world. Mad feckers. Mammy2 surfaced after 4. I got loads of work done with the apartment so quiet. It was great, I could listen to my crap music without people commenting. I had a craving for roast potatoes and didn’t feel like just cooking them for myself. So I woke Mammy2 up and told her I was cooking dinner. That got her moving. Well, onto the couch. She was in a bad way the poor thing. I made her tea
and pampered her so she felt a bit better.
Meerkat Manor, dinner and some more work before giving up for the night and watching the telly. Cold Mountain was on. What a long film. I didn’t think much of it. I have the soundtrack for it which is good, but the film itself was a bit poo.The kid came out from the room where she was writing her essay and asked what on earth were we watching. All she could hear was screaming and shouting and gunhots. Lovely Sunday night entertainment. She was in grand form thank feck. I had thought after the breakup, she might be a bit out of sorts. The poor boyf wants to try again. She’s having none of it. They were supposed to go to the concert on the Saturday night but niether of them were in the mood, so he sold the tickets and headed home. I do feel so sorry for all the poor exs. I mean, they don’t seem to have done anything wrong. She just moves on so quickly.
She’s pretty pissed off about her mocks. She failed art. I guessed she would have as she missed the 2 main papers. Something about her still life not having enough colour. God help that art teacher, she must have some sort of death wish or something. I had a chat with the kid last night about getting her stuff in order for the actual exams. Her portfolio alone won’t get her into art college. She needs to pass a few subjects as well. Its a difficult line to walk when trying to emphasis the importance of studying and exams whilst not trying to put pressure on her. I’m sure she’ll do okay, we just need to work along with her.
