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Mam, feminist, reader. Runner up in Miss Junior Cherry Orchard 1985. #FreePalestine She/Her Kildare, Ireland. #FuckConorMcGregor
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My 12 year old currently explaining - in great, GREAT detail - about a move in Minecraft to his Dad while INCHING his way up the stairs to bed. GET UP THE FECKIN STAIRS!!!
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Every time I step out into that back garden every single pigeon in the neighbourhood comes to visit and brings their wasp and winged insect friends. Every time. EVERY time. Can't sit there and eat so much as a single slice of apple, nothing, the SECOND a morsel of food appears I am besieged!
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Oh God the Morning Show was terrible for this. It was about three minutes long, it just went on and on!
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I'd go with all of the above! Ageing is a privilege but it's also a complete fucking bitch!! I'll put the Child of Prague out the back for you for the Estradot.
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Update: Am now having a nice afternoon Gaviscon cos the ibuprofen doesn't always agree with my tummy. It'll be Shady Pines for me next.
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Oh I did and it was delicious!
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It was really lovely! Just some garlic butter and stock to kinda simmer in the pan. I just fancied a big roast-style dinner!
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so my dad knows the pope
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Very good advice! I always hold on to the 'good' perfume or the 'fancy' dress instead of using/wearing them. A ball gown for the Tesco shop tomorrow it is!
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Seven!
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Five!
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Oh me me! Purple please!
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Cruelly named Fatima Mansions!!! HOWLING laughing. Jesus though ...projects! Blocks! Dates! There was none of that in Ballyfermot in the 80s now. We had roads and gaffs and the ride! My bro went to school in Drimnagh, nerve wracking crossing the border every morning.
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Thank you for your support, that gave me a great lift. Pun also intended.
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Thank you!
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I also thought it was hilarious that you captioned it like 'this is what I get for fluting around Paris' ...like that's how you'd announce a pregnancy! 'Jaysus, got locked for a week and look at me now!' It was obviously a Covid test! People are cray cray.
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Vue in Liffey V has an 11.30am showing of Four Mothers, next Thursday if that's any use to you? (I was just on browsing for times for various movies for my kid for during the Easter break!) My Mam, also with dementia, gets more anxious at night/evening too, so mornings deffo better.
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Listen, I did a typing class my first year of college that we all HATED and cursed and huffed and puffed about and wanted to strangle the bloody brown fox jumping over the feckin' gate, BUT I can touch type now similar to you and in hindsight should apologise to that teacher!!
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I'd say your fingers are almost bloody from typing so much! Pity about the no sleep though, but maybe tonight. Fair play - a 500 word blog post is about my limit!
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Is it a novel you're writing? Some pals who have written full length fiction novels said around 100,000 words. Fair play to you, 30 pages in one day is mad stuff!!
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Hahha, fruit besties!
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He's looking a LITTLE less shiny than he did on Monday? But he'll do for tomorrow too!
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Ah! So they don't trust it. I see!
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I'm watching an episode of Next Gen where a lad was killed in engineering and they've brought Sherlock Holmes out of the holodeck to help solve it rather than, you know, check the security tapes to see what happened?