Ireland - 5 points
Today the sister from Holland is home. And we are into the final week of secondary school. I’m not sure how I feel. Well, at the moment, I feel like shit. It appears I have picked up a cold. In May, when the temperature is hitting the 20s. Only in Ireland. I’ve gotten some lemsip and am beating it into me. For all the good its doing, I hate that crap. Weekend was great fun if a tad hectic. Friday night was rugby and celebrations. The kid had her final art pratical. She reckons she did okay. As a result of it being her final art exam we had to buy champagne. Yes, this teenager has high standards. Mammy2 wanted to watch the rugby, so she dropped home food to the starving teenagers. and we caught the rugby. For all the good it did us, Leinster were tragic. On the plus side, I have a new shiny white gold wedding ring 
Mammy2 picked it up on Friday.I feel slightly less naked now. The ’shackle’ as she affectionately refers to it is back in place.
The kid and the best mate K were having a kip after a stressful day of art. Apparently, the previous day had been shit because the class photo was being taken and the kid didn’t want to get it for it. I can’t wait to see the picture if she has her trade-mark pout on her. Fun. I think I am responsible for getting most of my work mates into the eurovision. Like last year, I thought it would be a laugh to organise a eurovision pool 2 countries for a fiver. Sure, tis a bargin. I had printed off the list from the eurovision site and then I lost Bosnia. How you can misplace a whole country I do not know. We had the draw, there was lots of talk about the different participants. People went from asking when it was on, to chatting about the different countries and who they reckon would win. I did feel bad though because there was more then 12 people in the team but less then 24 so I couldn’t do a per country per person. I just did first come first served. If you gave me a fiver , you were in the draw. I think a few of the others were a bit put out by it. Next year I might need to come up with something different.
Saturday night was a website meet. We headed to the Front Lounge for a eurovision party. A decent enough turnout and the atmosphere was great. I think our table drew more then a few glances, especially when Russia came on. Every hair swing, every leg wobble got cat calls from the crowd.If you don’t know why, watch this. PS, this will only make sense if you are one of 2 things. Lesbian or a straight man.
Ireland were shocking. That’s all I have to say on the matter. Today is going to be a busy day. I have my day job, bugs to fix on one of my websites and the sister flies in tonight! Yay! Tomorrow we’re off down to the wilds of Athlone for Mam’s mass. Can’t wait to see the family. The aunts are okay, their heart is in the right place, shame about their mouths. Sometimes they should just stop talking. I’m in nogoing negocations with the kid about what she’s wearing to the Mass. I would like to think she has gone past the I’m wearing this to shock factor. Then again you never know.
Yesterday was supposed to be a road trip to Longford for the Westmeath v Longford game. Unfortunately, we left it too late to get tickets and they sold out. Thankfully, because the match was dismal. Like I said to one of the workmates today, a good weekend for music , a bad weekend for sport. One of the mates B hadn’t got our txt
and arrived at 10.30 all set for the road trip. The mate J dropped around and we all shouted at the telly for the rest of the game. The consolation was a roast dinner. Not much of a consolation. We gave up on sport and moved onto the L word. Much more fun! The mates headed off early enough and Mammy2 had headed to bed. I was wrecked but going to bed at 8 of a Sunday was wrong, no matter who wrecked I was. Toyed with the idea of doing some work, but decided not to and instead caught up on all the current affairs of the week by reading the Times from Saturday and the Weekender. How boring and domesticated
