That's that screwed up anyway. When the rest of Europe come whinging to us about non-ratififeckingcation of their treaties we'll tell them "don't blame us, blame Azerbijan, Finland, Macedonia, San Marino etc. You give our most famous turkey the boo hiss treatment, ye can feck off for yeerselves."
Anyway, eldest son made it home in one piece from the mandatory year in Australia. If he were to be believed, you'd swear it was Siberia he was coming home to. Myself and the three sons went across the road to our local to watch the match Wednesday night. It was the first time we had done so as a group and it was a bit surreal. I felt that we were on the set of a western or something. Good fun.
It's amazing how much fuller the house seems all of a sudden. You'd have thought that the difference between a family of 6 and one of 7 wouldn't be too dramatic, but we now reqlise that it's time to bite the bullet and hire a receptionist, doorman and chauffeur. Let ye not worry about the stinking carcass of the celtic tiger, we'll soon have the economy back on track!
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