Its hard to describe the last 2 days, except that I’ve relaxed a lot. Not a sign of any chest pains and lots of sitting around, reading the paper and hanging with the clan. Friday night was great fun, got the hair finally sorted by our fabulous hairdresser, heading for a meal with Mammy2. She has recently discovered the joy of Indian food, she always assumed it was too spicy and with her ulcer she couldn’t eat it. However, lately the odd time I get a takeout she has been sampling some of it.
We headed to Monty’s, a place that she has been going on about for ages. I am reluctant to try new places, but I was hungry and they did have some potato related dishes. I am a creature of habit. The only qualm I had the place was we were seated downstairs and it was quite claustrophobic. I would have prefereed upstairs or ever near the stairs but right in the back was quite cramped. Well, Mammy2 has been raving about the place since. I thought her choosing it might have something to do with Mr Tom Doorley raving about it but she claimed she didn’t hear any of the amazing reviews it got.

Onto to Front Lounge to meet with the mate S. Except she wasn’t there, a phone call later , we find out there are some issues with getting into the FL. As we were meeting J there, we told S to drop down to us. The mate J arrives a tad late, its her party piece I reckon. The Front Lounge was hopping with lesbians. It was great. The music was really good as well, some of the tunes even I recognised. A txt from the kid mentioned something about Kiss being cancelled. She had gone to the cinema with a mate. I wasn’t sure where she got her information from, but we told her we had heard it too. I know, I’m bad. I wasn’t in the mood for babysitting my kid on a night out, and walloping off god only knows what sort of women from her. I’d end up getting barred from the place. So we told her we stayed out in the Front Lounge.

In Kiss, we caught up with S and her mate J and a random girl they picked up enroute. J was rude to the point of me wanting to wallop her.Seriously, I’m not sure what that girl’s problem is with me, but I wasn’t impressed. I can take a slaggging as well as the next person but jumping to personal insults is not on. At one stage we ventured into the dance area, my lord. I feel like I was in some trance movie. I’ve never been to the dance section before. The DJ is up on the stage with some sort of large projection images behind her and her hardcore mix of god only knows what causing vibrations in the floor. Its a strange sensation being relatively sober amidst the mass of drunken bodies. I eventually showed my age by telling the mate J I would wait outside the dance area for her as it was too loud. Yes, I am that old. I wanted a seat and to finish my beer without it ending up on my top.

Got home after 3, but really enjoyed it. We have arranged to have dinner with S next week, she
loves Luigi’s as much as we do so I reckon we shall be sampling the delights of the place.

Yesterday can be summarised as lazy mornings, cleaning and bonding with the child. She wants to learn about Photoshop. I am beyond excited. Seriously if she gets into Photoshop at all, with her arty talent, it would be brilliant. I tried not to act like the over enthuastic parent teaching the child. She wanted to make a collage of various pictures she has in her folder. I say various, there are over two thousand. No wonder the printer cartridge is gone again. The mate K called down and they headed off to hang. Not before she ranted about needing space from everyone. She’s been going on about this space thing for a while now. I don’t get it. I mean, she was home on Friday night and had all Saturday morning to herself and she’s still going on about it. Must be a teenage thing.

I had some work to do for one of my websites which are going live and as a lot of the bug testing was done, I had a fair few bugs to get through. Finished that, and decided to cook dinner whilst Mammy2 chilled out. She had went over on her other ankle the previous night and is hopping around the place. Its werid to see her walk normally these days I went over to Fresh and picked up the paper, some cheese and some hearty non-floor-of-abbatoir sausages. Its hard to look at the meat counter through fingers over eyes. Needless to say the person behind the counter thinks you’re a weirdo.

I cooked bangers and mash with gravy. Yes there are potatoes in there, luckily Mammy2 likes them.
I don’t think we would have lasted this long had she not. Settled on the couch, watching a couple of movies, we heard the gentle sounds of the teenagers arriving home, well before they were supposed to.Gentle sounds being, the crash of the door, the giggling and laughing and the noise of her colliding with most of the objects that appear to fall when you enter her room. I’m convinced she has set up some sort of obstacle course that only she knows the safe route through to avoid us entering the room.

While I welcomed the fact that they weren’t wandering the streets of Dublin after dark, there went the plans of a romantic night with Mammy2. However, they stayed in the room. Without being asked to. I had a feeling they were up to something. Sure enough, at one stage I stook my head into to see what they were at and its hard to describe the scene. K was sitting with a bowl in her hand and some horrible looking cream thingy. The kid had a bandana tied accross her face and her hair had some weird streaks in it. Quite lost for words I merely asked if they wanted tea. Apparently, the kid
was bleaching her hair. She was sick of looking like a minger. Or something. The bathroom looked like something from a slasher movie. There was a pair of glooves, covered in red hair dye, a bowl in the sink and a bunch of pretty scared looking rubber ducks. I think they feared there was worse to come. They were right.

A couple of hours later, we’re heading to bed, I opted to check how the bleaching was going. It had turned into blood red. A raised eyebrow from myself and a question about where the red hair dye came from was greeted with some mumbling about her ‘finding’ it. On the shelf in a chemist obviously. I had such a relaxing day, I didn’t want to get into an argument about hair colours and school rules. K showed me how her hair was all red, except for the back which was blue. Having no terms of reference to how one greets such news, I merely commented
“That’s lovely, make sure you don’t mess the bathroom and try not to stay up too late” I am SO OLD. I nearly slapped myself when I heard myself utter those words? I ran to bed horrified.

I got up this morning to be greeted by, in no particular order, a pair of knickers on the toilet floor, an empty bottle of coke on the table in the living room, a buch of clothes thrown onto the nearest
armchair and a calendar of goth babes, the actual name , on the couch. We had left the living room tidy when going to bed. Why I was even surprised by her trail of destruction I don’t know. She’s
gone off to hang with the ex M, from Cavan. Apparently, he still loves her as a friend and needs to spend time with her. She claims had she known he was such a lesbian, she would never have gone
out with him. I had hoped we could do something family oriented today. Like a trip to Glendalough and do a walk. However, with Mammy2’s ankle out of action and the kid wanting to hang with
her male lesbian friend I guess it will have to wait.

Mammy2’s dad is heading in either today or tomorrow to have his operation. I hope everything goes okay for him. According to Mam’s surgeon at the time, Professor Ryenolds, the bowel is an extremely difficult area to work with.

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