I really want to kill something
I’m in a foul mood.
It started on Friday night when Herself insisted on watching that prat Pat ‘The Plank’ Kenny.
He is a very bad start to a weekend.
The mood sort of hovered around the “don’t touch me or I’ll kill you” level yesterday, but I managed to keep it under control.
This morning I got up. It has to be a better day. But no. I still feel like killing something.
Even God is against me. He’s pissing on me. I was standing at the kitchen window, waiting for the kettle to boil, when there was a bang that made me jump, and made Sandy scurry for cover. It was rain. It just came out of nowhere. One second, it was fine, and the next second I couldn’t see the hedge the other side of the garden. It lasted about thirty seconds and stopped as suddenly as it started. I swear it was God having a leak. I hope that’s all He does….
I have to go up to Dublin tomorrow, and that’s not adding to my cheery state.
I have to be in St Vincent’s Hospital at four. That in itself is no problem, though it means going near RTE, and that is going to make my trigger finger itch like hell. What it does mean, is that I’m going to be stuck in the rush-hour going home. And that is something I’m dreading.
The only thing that is cheering me is that that little sh*t Bertie is going to be up The Mountains this week opening a flash hotel [€5,000 a night?????] and I am going to do my best to be there to murder the little w*nk*r.
I think you would do much better to use public transport – you could get a bus to your nearest DART station and then take the DART to Sydney Parade (five minutes’ walk from St Vincent’s – I use it sometimes if traffic is bad). The experience would provide you with lots of material for the coming week, make life safer for those caught on the N11 in the crossfire, and it would avoid you ripping the sump from your car on the ramps on Nutley Lane
Ian – That did occur to me. I would even avoid seeing RTE. They have ramps on Nutley Lane now?? Those damn things are worse than wire coat hangers for breeding.
Well, I hope it was a ramp I hit one evening and not a member of an English stag party.
Ah, I’m going to have to agree with Ian. You should definitely use the “DART”. Heck, you might be able to knock off a few American tourist along the way. 🙂
I hadn’t thought of the research angle. I’ll bring a notebook 🙂
“This morning I got up. It has to be a better day. But no. I still feel like killing something.”
“Some days I wake up grouchy…….and some days I let the old boy sleep.”