The Erris Loop

A lot of wool. A lot of bog cotton. A lot going for it.

Photolunch

Mariusz was greedily taking in the rays, the Maltesers and the latte.

Admittedly the Maltesers and the latte would still be available tomorrow.
For a price.

The sun on the other hand…

Thank you

Thank you Luca, for still deigning to accompany us on a forest walk.
A teenager, and yet not putting up too much of a fight at the idea of spending an hour or two in the forest with your aul mum and dad and brother Finnzy-Bob.

While Mimi was in her second home.
The gym.
Doing gym. Nastics.

Black

Monday 2 January

A day of glorious sunshine.
My last day before heading back to the Mistake Factory.
It’s been a weird holiday, to say the least. A least I was able to fully dedicate myself to being sick. Without being interrupted by pesky work emails.

Today I got to pick where to go for our walk of the day. The East Wall it was. Near the Poo Factory.

I should have checked the wind direction before heading. For we were downwind from the biggest poo factory in Ireland.

A week after Christmas and its superabundance of rich food and huge rations of meat…

Daddy works in the party place

The Mistake Factory is colourful today.
As in even more colourful.

The Mistake Factory is gay today.
As in even more gay.

The Mistake Factory is filled with laughter today.
As in filled with what?!

Oh yes, I remember now. Today is the kiddies’ Christmas party.
60 midgets on acid running amock around the place.
As opposed to the habitual 60 adults running frantically around the place, looking desperately for someone else to blame for the latest hiccup (or challenge,  or mistake, or disaster, or fuck-up of galactic proportion, depending on the day).

60 midgets on acid, filled with Coca Cola and Haribo jellies and popcorn and chocolate and sweets.

And 5% of them are my responsibility…

Incisive comment

Kids…
They’re mostly made of teeth, aren’t they?

It was a high octane day. With lots of exercise, and walking, and running, and screaming, and jumping, and screeching, and leaping, and howling.

And air hockey suspense.

And delicious rib-eye steak.

And they will have a video to remember it all.

Thank you Nana!

Living the dream

You just wait and see them 25 euros multiply when placed on the right horse.
You just wait!

Oops shite.

Next time.

Definitely next time.

The voice of his conscience

Drastic

Coillte may appear to be a tad heavy-handed, but in this dog-eat-dog world, it’s come to the point where one has no choice but to fight fire(arms) with fire(arms).

Townhall meeting

I couldn’t bring myself to wake them up after everybody else had vacated the rec area. They looked so cute.