Seriously. First off, Darren shafts me by NOT coming home when he said he would on Frday. I was meant to be going out with friends, Darren said he'd be home by 8pm but it took my brother in law and his other half to get Darren out of the car. He was hammered and very, very funny. He lay on the sofa going 'raaahh', kinda like a pissed dinosaur. It was funny. Made me forget I was really annoyed with him. Plus, I was hoping he'd have a poxy hangover on Saturday. He didn't btw.
Then yesterday we all got up bright and early and went to Drogheda where a woman I know has opened a cake supplies shop. It is beautiful. A real gem of a place. Her name is Aoife and the shop just zings out from those surrounding it. Had a bit of a mooch around the area, had some lunch and then drove to Laytown and hung out on the beach. Building sandcastles and fighting off flies.
Off to Castleknock to get the eldest chap before coming home to speed shower, change, drop D. at a train station (his bro's stag night) and get ready to go out. Only I didn't get to go out as my bloody babysitter failed to show. Got a phonecall at about 8.40 which is feck all use really. Was really pissed off as it's my friend's Clo's hen night. Yup, my mate is marrying my brother in law. May have mentioned it before but still quite chuffed with it all. So me and the eldest chap watched mythbusters until 10.30 before falling into bed. Only to be woken at 4am by some twat crashing into a wheelie bin outside the house. Was dead proud of myself as I went to investigate as my normal response would be to hide under the covers with the aid of a monster snorkal. But, the weather is good, and it was far too hot to be hiding under the covers. So went to investigate. Turned on all the big lights and got downstairs to find Darren, drunk again, tring to fathom why the internet was broken????????????????
Today, up bright and early again and had a truly lovely day. Went to the the The Brocante Market in Newmarket square (the same place they hold the Dublin Flea and the Mingle Market. It was lovely. The same kind've cool people, y'lnow, friendly, helpful, no attitude?? Made even better by the fact that the kids each spent a whopping 20c and got exactly what they wanted (toy car / toy spider / fly goggles and a gun) and I got Darren an old school satchel type bag. Lovely leather, all worn and loved and only €15.00. Thing is, I kinda bought it for myself but said it was for him so he couldn't give out about "another bloody bag" but he's really taken a shine to it. Also bought some sky lanterns and had a lovely evening in Baldoyle setting them free.
Quick trip to St. Patrick's Cathedral where we didn't go inside as it would have cost us over €15 so instead we had lunch outside. Harry, whilst wearing his fly goggles, wandered up to a complete strange lying on the grass and said to him "Are you near or far?". Don't know what he thought but me and D. nearly wet ourselves. He thought the man was us. God knows what the man thought, as said, but it was very, very funny. Even my lovely, sensitive Harry saw the funny side and had a giggle.
Point Market, no Emily's Icecream so we left.
Baldoyle via Butchers, where we finally got our pork belly, where we spent a very enjoyable afternoon and evening just chilling in the sunshine, eating ham sambos and playing with bb guns. It was bliss. We then set off some of our sky lanterns and they were every bit as lovely as they were in Kerry. Defo impressed the old man. I always have to impress the old man.
Yup. A cracker of a day and I loved every minute of it.
I saw the lanterns!! Yay
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