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Cute little dumplings


I have rarely seen kids so enthusiastic about a feed of dumplings.
Or so distressed at the realisation that we were out of light soya sauce.
Or so overjoyed at having dashed to the supermarket with Mum to buy one.
Or so triumphant at holding it like a trophy upon reentry into the mememe2U cave.
Or so surprised and distressed at its explosion upon impact on the tiled floor.

Life is full of ups and downs.

And home-made dumplings.

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Oh, what a perfect day


The sun shone, oh yes Sir, it shone!
And I worked from home in the morning.
And the temperature it soared, oh yes Mam, it soared.
And hardly anything happened at work. Hardly anything. Ok, just the odd daft query. 14 emails in total for the day.
And at lunch time I went for a swim, and it wasn’t sore, oh no it wasn’t.
And I couldn’t believe my luck when I made it from the water of a blue flag beach to my corporate monitor in less than 7 minutes.
And the sun shone some more.
And I went to buy some fresh whiting.
And the kids were in great form.
And Mrs Raheny was in great form.
And we ate a super tasty low calorie meal of super fresh whiting and avocado salad.
And we had a cheeky bottle of wine.
And there was music, and laughter, and carelessness.

And it was such a perfect, happy, summer day.

And then I tried to change the settings on Mrs Raheny’s phone and banjaxed everything.

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Farewell Froggy


It was time today for our amphibian pets to move to pastures ponds new.
Getting them from tadpoles, to tadpoles with one set of legs, to tadpoles with two sets of legs was a great, rewarding experience.
But my fruitfly-catching skills are not honed enough to save a whole generation of froglets from starvation.

It was time to relocate them to the pond in Honeypark.

The kids said an emotional farewell to their beloved pets.
I hope that they won’t get too much grief from the local amphibians for having a Mayo accent…

Meanwhile some lowlife nicked Mimi’s pink sunglasses while I had my back turned for literally 45 seconds… Finnzy-Bob demanded that the Gardai be called on the spot. He was gutted when I informed him that pink sunglasses did not feature high on their list of priorities (somewhere between clearing the smelly socks that they left to mature in the gym bag that they dumped in their locker after their last hurling match back in June 2003 before obesity really kicked in and practising what they preach in terms of erratic driving).