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The kid wanted a ‘chat’ yesterday with us.She’s had a long think about things and she wants to move out. She’s moving to Balbriggin to live with the boyf. She’s tired of the city, she needs space and she wants to get a job and forget about the course and college. She was ready for all our “buts” and “why” and all the questions that inevidetably arose from us. To be honest, she seemed to have thought about it a lot. Mammy2 got upset. I still don’t know how I feel to be honest. I mean, knowing her she could be back next week. The whole not bothered about college
worries me but as I have learned from Mam, its best to let them make their own descisions. So technically , we’re back to just the two of us. Like it used to be. I’m sort of looking forward to it. I asked the kid if we could sublet her room and she glared at me. Apparently, she’ll be back and forth, its not like she’s gone forever, but its still weird. Its always been the titches, inseperable. Now she’s moving out. She’s growing up. I suppose it was only a matter of time. The city is tiring she says. Out in Balbriggen she has space, and its near the sea and it reminds her of home. I can see where she’s coming from. Sometimes you just need a break from the hustle and bustle of life and in fairness to her she has gone through a lot in the last 3 years.
We haven’t said it to anyone yet, I suppose we’re just processing it ourselves. We met up with the sister and all the dutch people last night again. We brought up the Debs pictures of the kid and of course there was lots of “she looks like you” , “She’s the spit of you” etc, and lots of pointing at me and back at the picture and adjusting glasses. It was quite funny. They’re a lovely bunch although I reckon the sister K is wrecked from being their tour guide. Having to translate a lot of the time. Tonight we’re heading to a trad session in O’Neill’s on Suffolk Street. It should be a good
night. I hope the music is alright, I’ve been in O’Neills before and caught some of it and they sounded alright. As long as the dutch don’t mind the lovely blue lighting it should be grand.
As I was wrecked this morning, and overslept I had to get a taxi out and on the way there were cop cars whizzing past and ambulences and sirens all over the shop. Well, the sirens would look silly by themselves. The usual route the taxi man takes, Ossary Road was closed off as was the road off Annsely Bridge. We couldn’t get in via the DART Station or Clontarf so I had to get out and walk from there. It was mad. There was a police helicopter. I finally
got into work fashionably late and heard from one of the guys in here that a garda had been shot on the North Strand. I think its the second shooting in the last week in around this area. I should take to wearing body armour to work.
