It has been a while.
We haven’t had these carriages with the dart tv handles for months.
Robert was up bright and early, off to meet some mates of his, for a big walk in the Wicklow hills.
I nearly told him that I too intend to go for some exploration of the Wicklow hills with my mates when I am retired.
At the age of 87. But preferably only after 4×4 mobility chairs have been invented.
But I thought that it may have sounded a touch too cynical to a total stranger. At 8.10am.
Instead I obliged to the ninja-kid who
asked demanded to have his doggy photographed.