Ps. My approach would have been. Mxxxxxx, you little bollix, Iāll slap the head off you. Heād have started laughing. Iād have started laughing, Iād say seriously put that fecking thing away, itās driving me mental. Heād have put it away.
The End.
I didnāt even bother trying. Little lady home and seems wrecked tired from it all but happy out.
And what about the daughter?
Itās the way of things. The fact she didnāt look back means sheās halfway or more. If she has a stable and kind home for another ten or 15 years, your work is complete.
Fair play mate. Youāll all rest easier now.
Thereās a great contentment and relief to see them in the door fine and clapped out from it all.
We went into town yesterday (bank holiday today) for dinner and to catch a bit of the pride festival, which is honestly a tribute to the community and to Manchester. A general air of happiness and celebration in town, which is very rare for manc.
We went to a nice place called firehouse for dinner. Weād a table booked at 630 pm. There were two doormen both wearing pink shirts. They stopped us and asked how old were the kids. Completely taken aback, I got their ages wrong. I asked why, and said we had a table booked. He said they were serving alcohol, to which I was a bit nonplussed, but he let us in with a slight hesitation.
We had a brilliant night in a great atmosphere, but by 9pm there was a full disco, with dancers in drag, wearing chaps, and microshorts and suspenders and all sorts dancing on the tables. I think thatās why he was wary of the kids coming in, but couldnāt quite phrase it.
We had a great time anyway, and Iād highly recommend the festival if ye ever get a chance.
I referenced, I didnāt roar. The oddball comment Iāll give you that.
Youāre a great dad
Arenāt we all great dads Ted.
Iāll be a great dad if they settle down happy and support themselves. Or sheāll be a great mum.
By what age?
Oo Iād take 30.
In an ideal world theyād be happily married and living beside us in Galway, but if was an ideal world Afghanistan would be a stable democracy.
Iād like to welcome David Clifford to the club.
Rascal went back to school yesterday. He had a nasty sounding cough this morning, kinda like a whooping cough but was in grand form. Said he wasnāt up for going to school but I gave him short shrift and told him to get his uniform on. Mrs Hunt arrives down and hears his cough and her reaction gave him the glimmer of hope he was looking for and despite my protests he snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. Little fucker grinning like a Cheshire cat all day. Not since she agreed to marry me has Mrs Hunt made such a bad call.
Are you the mother fucker that sends kids to creche and school when they are sick for other kids to catch and to fuck up other households?
Absolutely.
Thankfully your wife is the brains of the operation.
Youāre as naive as she is. He wasnāt sick.
Rascal mugged off Mrs Hunt thereā¦ And you too.