I cant sleep tonight so I did a little late night watching on tv.
Unfortunately im in the back arse of nowhere (a little village in Ireland where I grew up) visiting the auld pair so the only fine television veiwing is an old sky box my dad hooked up to the poxy nothing inch tv in the kitchen. BBC Three it is so. Ooh, Amercan Dad is on. Sweet.
I was blessed to grow up in a functional and loving environment. Actually for such a small community we all stick up for each other. My problem is there problem etc. Nice in one sence... Creepy in another. I had a neighbour and he was a very handsom late twenty something guy. Thinking back from time to time makes me realise that I had a massive crusher on him. Anyway, he hung himself. And out of the blue, poof, he was gone. Our whole community rallied round the family. There was little old ladies doing a Mrs. Doyle with Tea, Coffee, whiskey... Actually if a family member said they wanted to get high im sure one of them would have pulled a joint out from some part of the apron they were wearing. In short, the whole community lost a son/brother/best friend that day and we all grieved like one big disfunctional family.
No one knocks walking into our house. No one. And they walk in the back door. Its almost frowned apon to, oh jesus, KNOCK on the FRONT DOOR!! "Martin get the shot gun it must be a burglar!" No Mam thats the postman with my delivery from a clothes outlet that I had to order on my android phone out in the back garden because... Brace yourself...
We cant get internet in my house.
Yes yes its true, the house is so wrapped in trees and hills that not one internet provider/mobile phone network company can give us internet inside our home. I bearly get signal. I feel like im living on Bear Island, but last I heard they have wonderful coverage...
Tomorrow morning I shall be making the "big trip" back up to Dublin, as my little Mrs. Doyle neighbour says to me every time I visit with cakes.
Im going to be apartment hunting. I have decided to make to big leap and move into a 2 bed with my best friend Sarah. And as every girl knows this is a huge decision... And il tell you a secret...
Its probably going to be the best decision il have made this year so far...
Night,
TwentySomething xx
Unfortunately im in the back arse of nowhere (a little village in Ireland where I grew up) visiting the auld pair so the only fine television veiwing is an old sky box my dad hooked up to the poxy nothing inch tv in the kitchen. BBC Three it is so. Ooh, Amercan Dad is on. Sweet.
I was blessed to grow up in a functional and loving environment. Actually for such a small community we all stick up for each other. My problem is there problem etc. Nice in one sence... Creepy in another. I had a neighbour and he was a very handsom late twenty something guy. Thinking back from time to time makes me realise that I had a massive crusher on him. Anyway, he hung himself. And out of the blue, poof, he was gone. Our whole community rallied round the family. There was little old ladies doing a Mrs. Doyle with Tea, Coffee, whiskey... Actually if a family member said they wanted to get high im sure one of them would have pulled a joint out from some part of the apron they were wearing. In short, the whole community lost a son/brother/best friend that day and we all grieved like one big disfunctional family.
No one knocks walking into our house. No one. And they walk in the back door. Its almost frowned apon to, oh jesus, KNOCK on the FRONT DOOR!! "Martin get the shot gun it must be a burglar!" No Mam thats the postman with my delivery from a clothes outlet that I had to order on my android phone out in the back garden because... Brace yourself...
We cant get internet in my house.
Yes yes its true, the house is so wrapped in trees and hills that not one internet provider/mobile phone network company can give us internet inside our home. I bearly get signal. I feel like im living on Bear Island, but last I heard they have wonderful coverage...
Tomorrow morning I shall be making the "big trip" back up to Dublin, as my little Mrs. Doyle neighbour says to me every time I visit with cakes.
Im going to be apartment hunting. I have decided to make to big leap and move into a 2 bed with my best friend Sarah. And as every girl knows this is a huge decision... And il tell you a secret...
Its probably going to be the best decision il have made this year so far...
Night,
TwentySomething xx
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