6 pm and Donal called to announce that (a) he was in Whitehaven to celebrate St Patricks day with some mates (b) that he would be staying at home tonight and (c) that he was skint and could I bail him out please! As he put it so nicely I grabbed the new toy and shot into town with the intention of grabbing a cheeky shandy with the lad, then seeing if I could catch a (very) late sunset from Parton...
It's good to see how Donal has grown up over the past months; hopefully he'll be in a reasonable state when he lands at around 11; but at his age, what the hell; if he comes in singing it's not a problem (edit - see below!)
The camera (aka "new toy") is taking a lot of getting used to, but it's cool what a little bit of luck will let you get away with...
Toward the Mull of Galloway from Parton
Not sure if I was dreaming or not, but the clock told me that it was 4:20 am and I was sure I'd heard somebody on the stairs. Sure enough Lurkio came tip-toeing past my bedroom door - "Sorry dad, but we were evicted from Disco's and I've just walked home from Whitehaven..."
Now, shit happens and he had at least tried to creep in without waking me. Pity then, that the ringing of his mobile phone woke me before it woke him - at 10 bloody minutes past soddin' 5 o'clock....Oh well, he wasn't singing after all!
1 comment:
ha ha yeah it was a good night tho. i'll pay you back for bailing me out some day to ;)
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