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Mmmf. Why didn't I update sooner? Now I have to write lots.
Wednesday night, results night, we went to see a band play on the street. But, of course, it rained. We ended up hanging out at a couple of pubs. I drank one Coke. It seemed like every Leaving Cert student in the country was in town. It was too packed...you couldn't move for people pressing in on all sides. And I was tired. It was nice seeing everyone, though, and finding out how they'd done. It was weird that everyone seemed to know that I'd done well, even people from the other school that I haven't spoken to in years! What the frick?
On Thursday my granny, my uncle Gary and my cousins Gabriella (8), Annabelle (4) and Christopher (2) came to stay. And Granny's dog, Toby. It took a bit of getting used to the two younger kids, who ran about and shouted a lot. It always takes me a bit of time to get used to a lot of other people in our house, because routine and 'my space' is interrupted and I am a Creature of Habit.
Also, I'm not used to small kids. The first day I found myself clicking to them when I wanted their attention, as if they were dogs!! But by Friday we were getting along splendidly and playing Lego together and maybe I am a 'children person' after all. Mammy and Gabriella made cookies.
Friday evening we went to a pub restaurant, where both Aoife and Liam work. Aoife wasn't there, but I got talking to Liam a bit.
That night Daddy came to collect Brendan and Sean, and they went to stay the night at his house and they all went to Spain today for an adventure holiday. (NOT my kind of thing, which is why I didn't go.) No boys for more than a week! Bliss!
When I got out of bed this morning Christopher was standing outside my room. 'I want to see the pussycat,' he announced. We went into Mammy's room, where Mog was curled up on the bed, safe from Toby. 'Nice pussycat!' said Christopher, pushing at her face. I saw that the nice pussycat's pupils were growing wide and was obviously getting ready to scratch. I told Christopher that Mog needed to sleep.
'Now we go see Lella,' he said and we went to visit Gabriella, who was still in bed. When we left after all of two minutes, he said, 'I want to see the pussycat again.' 'Oh good God,' I said.
But he's cute :D The same cannot be said of Granny's dog, Toby. He attacked my cats. He chased Twinkle up a tree. When I was trying to coax her down I heard a meowing and there was Oscar up another tree. We went on a walk and Toby ran into the field and started barking at the donkeys. One of them kicked him in the head but he still wouldn't budge. I had to crawl under the electric fence and first catch him and then drag him out by the collar. We took him into town and he leapt and snarled and bit at random strangers on the street. Molly put up with him warily in the kitchen but if he looked at her in a funny way it would descend in a barking/snarling match and they had to be dragged away from each other. This happened about six times.
And I heard him barking in Granny's room at four in the morning.
And then again in the kitchen at eight, and he wouldn't stop so I had no choice but to get up.
He's a nice dog when he's not biting anyone, though.
They all left this morning, and I kind of miss them :( The cats are happy.
Getting panicky about my college letter on Monday. I got my hopes up that I might get that English course, but then they dropped right down again. What are the chances, out of twenty five people, that I'll get picked???
Wednesday night, results night, we went to see a band play on the street. But, of course, it rained. We ended up hanging out at a couple of pubs. I drank one Coke. It seemed like every Leaving Cert student in the country was in town. It was too packed...you couldn't move for people pressing in on all sides. And I was tired. It was nice seeing everyone, though, and finding out how they'd done. It was weird that everyone seemed to know that I'd done well, even people from the other school that I haven't spoken to in years! What the frick?
On Thursday my granny, my uncle Gary and my cousins Gabriella (8), Annabelle (4) and Christopher (2) came to stay. And Granny's dog, Toby. It took a bit of getting used to the two younger kids, who ran about and shouted a lot. It always takes me a bit of time to get used to a lot of other people in our house, because routine and 'my space' is interrupted and I am a Creature of Habit.
Also, I'm not used to small kids. The first day I found myself clicking to them when I wanted their attention, as if they were dogs!! But by Friday we were getting along splendidly and playing Lego together and maybe I am a 'children person' after all. Mammy and Gabriella made cookies.
Friday evening we went to a pub restaurant, where both Aoife and Liam work. Aoife wasn't there, but I got talking to Liam a bit.
That night Daddy came to collect Brendan and Sean, and they went to stay the night at his house and they all went to Spain today for an adventure holiday. (NOT my kind of thing, which is why I didn't go.) No boys for more than a week! Bliss!
When I got out of bed this morning Christopher was standing outside my room. 'I want to see the pussycat,' he announced. We went into Mammy's room, where Mog was curled up on the bed, safe from Toby. 'Nice pussycat!' said Christopher, pushing at her face. I saw that the nice pussycat's pupils were growing wide and was obviously getting ready to scratch. I told Christopher that Mog needed to sleep.
'Now we go see Lella,' he said and we went to visit Gabriella, who was still in bed. When we left after all of two minutes, he said, 'I want to see the pussycat again.' 'Oh good God,' I said.
But he's cute :D The same cannot be said of Granny's dog, Toby. He attacked my cats. He chased Twinkle up a tree. When I was trying to coax her down I heard a meowing and there was Oscar up another tree. We went on a walk and Toby ran into the field and started barking at the donkeys. One of them kicked him in the head but he still wouldn't budge. I had to crawl under the electric fence and first catch him and then drag him out by the collar. We took him into town and he leapt and snarled and bit at random strangers on the street. Molly put up with him warily in the kitchen but if he looked at her in a funny way it would descend in a barking/snarling match and they had to be dragged away from each other. This happened about six times.
And I heard him barking in Granny's room at four in the morning.
And then again in the kitchen at eight, and he wouldn't stop so I had no choice but to get up.
He's a nice dog when he's not biting anyone, though.
They all left this morning, and I kind of miss them :( The cats are happy.
Getting panicky about my college letter on Monday. I got my hopes up that I might get that English course, but then they dropped right down again. What are the chances, out of twenty five people, that I'll get picked???