Howiya.

Years and years after I've left Sandymount my accent has changed.  I'm starting to sound like the Dub I am and whilst I like being a Dub I don't really like sounding like one.  Is that terrible of me?  It gets worse when my lads have developed that horrible D.O.R.T. accent.  They say things like orrrnge instead of or-ange etc. etc.  The horror of it all.  Have to nip that in the bud.  Also have to go clean my fridge, I hate cleaning the fridge but needs must.  Ick. 

Not going to bore you anymore but instead I am going to clean fridge, tackle ironing pile and other boring stuff.  Oh, some boy stuff.  This actually happened today at around 5pm and I'm still not, at 7pm, the better of it.

Himself: Go get your judo suits on.

#1 and 2: Grumble, stamp etc. up the the stairs.    Five minutes pass then . .  .

#?  Aaaaaaaaaaghjkdjhfasdaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh.

#2 I'm sorry.  I'M SORRY.  I didn't mean to pull your eye out.

# 3 (as it turns out) Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaglhkdhfksdhf.

Me and Himself:  "eye out?"  AAAAAAAAAaaghjkdjhfasdaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh.

Turns out they were playing hide and seek and # 2 jumped out on # 3 whilst holding the roller bit of a gloss paint roller and, yes, he nearly took the other little fecker's eye out. 

Still not the better of it.