Dá fheabhas é an t-ól is é an tart a dheireadh.
The other night I went out on the town with my da. Well, it was just the pub down the street, but it was a nice break and relaxing to spend some time with him and his mates. They all bought me a pint of Guinness - so who's complaining? We were out sort of late so the next morning I felt like just a bit of a lie in. Mum, however, had other plans. She made da and I get up and help her with some chores around the house (thank Merlin most of them I could do with my wand and half sleep) because she said we were having company for dinner.
Da and I didn't think to ask her who was coming until it was closer to dinner and she tells us, quite simply, that it's the Thomases. The Thomases?! Well, thanks a bleedin' whole lot, mum. Glad you felt the need to ambush me with this news. She claims she wasn't trying to ambush me, but didn't want me to stress or worry about it all day.
Suffice to say I stressed and worried for the rest of the evening until they showed up. It was better once they were here, but I'm not sure if that's saying much. All in all an uneventful dinner, even if I still want to yell at my mum for pulling a stunt like that.
Anyway, Lav comes tonight and it can't be soon enough. I think I might be going stir crazy. Ron, any word on that trip yet? We need to get out, mate. All of us.
Da and I didn't think to ask her who was coming until it was closer to dinner and she tells us, quite simply, that it's the Thomases. The Thomases?! Well, thanks a bleedin' whole lot, mum. Glad you felt the need to ambush me with this news. She claims she wasn't trying to ambush me, but didn't want me to stress or worry about it all day.
Suffice to say I stressed and worried for the rest of the evening until they showed up. It was better once they were here, but I'm not sure if that's saying much. All in all an uneventful dinner, even if I still want to yell at my mum for pulling a stunt like that.
Anyway, Lav comes tonight and it can't be soon enough. I think I might be going stir crazy. Ron, any word on that trip yet? We need to get out, mate. All of us.