I rang Marjorie there and told her the news. She burst out crying on the phone. I said, but he’ll be home in two days. She said I know, that’s the problem.
No. There is a very simple solution to this. You and the old doll should have a child together. (You can borrow one of mine for the weekend.) Trust me, morning sex when you have kids in the house is as rare as a Phd in Kilmallock. When our youngest child reached three, my Conor said he’d like me to switch and start having sex at at 11pm. I said that isn’t going to work for me. He asked why. I said because it’s usually midnight before I get my nails into an Italian in Crane Lane.
Andy, take the last left before Skibbereen
How will I know it’s the last left? A mullet is haircut that is short at the front and sides, but long at the back. It was popular in the 1980s with people who thought it was OK to go dancing in Chandras. (Imagine.) Don’t worry about looking like a clown if you get a mullet, it never died out in some areas. For example, I was in Skibbereen last weekend and every second local looked like Bonnie Tyler (and that was just the men).
That’s one way to stand out on the Douglas Road. I asked my Posh Cousin what’s the story with letting northsiders stay in your house. She said it’s not too bad, once you have the right things to give them for breakfast. I said like what. She said a packet of own-brand Coco Pops and 20 John Player Blue. (Harsh but true, I suppose.)
I passed your question on to my Posh Cousin. (Very busy this week.) She said you are now in what Posh Cork calls the Red Zone. I said what’s the definition of the Red Zone. She said you are basically one pizza away from your kids asking if they can go to Douglas Community School. Chilling.