Lock up your daughters

I haven’t said much about the Irish Blog Awards up to now, simply because everyone else has said it.

Today is a bit chaotic because Live95FM in Limerick chose today for their interview.  Bugger.  We’ll see how that goes. 

After that Herself wants a haircut or a Brazilian or something so I have to drop her off. 

Then I have to bring Sandy to the kennels, and she hates kennels with a passion.  She gets her revenge by teaching all the other dogs her nasty tricks.

At some stage or other, we will head down to Cork.

I’m going, of course, as is Herself and we are bringing The Other Fella along as well, as I have a cunning plan.

I am going to get totally hammered and then let himself suffer the hangover tomorrow.

K8 and TAT are going too.  They are going in their own car.  However, I slipped down to their place yesterday and did a little reprogramming of their SatNav, as she and I are in the same category and I like to play with the odds.  I hope they enjoy Letterkenny.

I don’t expect to win anything.

In fact the only reason I’m going is because there are a few people who owe me pints, and I’m a great believer in other people paying their debts.

With a bit of luck, I can also convince Herself that this is our Summer Holidays, which should save a few bob later on in the year.

Lock up your daughters, Cork.

Grandad is on his way.

Share on FacebookTweet about this on TwitterShare on StumbleUponDigg thisPin on PinterestShare on RedditShare on Tumblr

Comments

Lock up your daughters — 17 Comments

  1. Have a good safe trip, and good luck defending your title!
    Next time you need a Sandy-sitter, we’ll be happy to take her. (We’re on the way to Letterkenny, if you need to come looking for K8 afterwards.)

  2. Thanks, Susan. I’d take you up on your offer, as we’re looking for a sitter for a month later in the year, but unfortunately, you’re a bit far. You wouldn’t like to move to Wickla?

  3. Thanks all. Made it in one piece but only just.

    I’m in my room in the hotel at the moment, but there is a right rowdy mob of yokels downstairs. I daren’t go down for fear of being mugged.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>