Casablanca rain of a long weekend
It was typical of Irish weather. The minute the weekend kicks in, and a long weekend at that, its as if God is firing
buckets of water from the sky. Torrential rain. With so much on at the weekend, it was of course very welcome. I can’t believe this time last year I got so burnt. Of course it is difficult to get sunstroke at the PC. One of my project neglected to let me know the deadline for delivery and txted me on Saturday to ask would the site be ready for Wed. Ah, sure yeah. Everyone knows a website is just a few words and pictures. Worked all day yesterday to get something ready for presentation to the committee on Wednesday. Just as well it was raining, the plan was to go to the maritime fesitval.
I’m still hoarse from the game on Sunday, the Dub’s V Meath. The day got off to a mighty start as we headed to meet the mate S and her gf. Enroute to the Porterhouse, we see not 1, not 2 but 5 female guards. In their plain clothes of navy zippy over regulation trousers. They are also so cleverly disguised. It was a good weekend for Shelly things. The previous night, we had a leaving do for one of the team who take care of my website. Sitting in the Morrison, a huge lorry pulls up in the traffic with not 1, not 2 but 3 New Holland tractors. I pointed it out everyone. They mistakenly thought I was indicating some band who were sitting in the corner of the pub. The Stereophonics or something. I have heard of them but I don’t think they’re famous. And besides, there was a lorry with tractors going
past? A girl has her priorities.
The match was great, lots of hustle and bustle. We headed for a pint afterwards in a ‘local’ bar and were witness to a brawl. It was the first time I have seen a full on brawl. The mate R pointed out I was from the country and should be well used to it. But brawls down the country are slightly more laid back. You know the situation. Micky Joe said Paddy Joe’s wife had a face like a well slapped arse and so Paddy Joe has to hit him a belt. 15 minutes, give or take, later, and they are arm in arm singing the Fields of Atherny. These Dubs were big feckers. It took a few guys to hold one of them back. The back bar was shut, when in keeping the big fella back, tables were knocked over and drinks spilled. Lovely stuff. We left shortly after that. The mate S and her gang were heading out for the night to the Front Lounge but I had to work the following day and so we headed home with the mates S and J. I must befriend a mate with the letter M. Then I could say we headed back to the apartment with S and M 
Just for the crack like 
Watched a DVD, Nina’s Heavenly Delights for the 3rd time. Yes, we like the film. What’s not to like. Gorgeus Indian girl with a scottish accent, lovely scottish girl with funnily enough a scottish accent and lots of food. The kid was staying over at the mate’s house on Friday night and Sunday night. She was heading straight to the wrestling with him from there. She
arrived home yesterday in time for her last Maths grind. She’s been complaing of feeling sick but I reckon its nerves. I hope its nerves, if I have to wheel her up in the bed to the school, she’s sitting her exams. No word back from the portfolio courses, I got details on 2 more and I must sit her down and get her to apply. We’ll be bringing her to get her tattoo in the next few weeks. She can show it off at her birthday celebration then. Mammy2 reckons it will needed to be covered for over a month, I have no knowledge of these things.
I think we’re getting her a Pokeman cake. For the hell of it. I can just see her face Yes, we are fabulous parents.
