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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…

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Black

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is

not

happy…

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Emily

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Emily was getting bored of owning all the grounds around the Mistake Factory.
She has now conquered the two underground car parks.

She sensed my presence while I was photographing her from behind.

She slowly turned around and gave me the Look.

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Feline Attila

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Not the passports, no, they are pretty much at the top of my list.
P.M.T. Passports, money, tickets.

And yes, the passports. We tend to take them for granted, don’t we? Ok, there is the bit of hassle when they need to be renewed, and the foraging in drawers, not quite remembering where they were put away last.
But we have them.
I wonder what the percentage of passport ownership is, in the global population?
That little piece of officialdom that grants you that most precious of gifts: freedom of movement.
I never take it for granted.
Each time I pack my passport, I remember the long hours spent translating refugee applications for the Irish Department of Justice. Mostly from Congolese asylum seekers.
With no passport, often no other form of identification.
No papers, no identity, no freedom, not much hope.
Awaiting deportation.

I never take it for granted.

That little piece of officialdom that allows me to pass through ports.

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Easily forgotten

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Surprise birthday presents to myself don’t come much more surprising than this.
Not to Mimi anyway.

The fact that it contained a watch was sort of a downer for them.

As is often the case, they were much more enthralled by the packaging…

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SUR-PRISE!!!!

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Summer is upon us! (For some obscure reason, summer starts on May 1st in Ireland)

Quick kids, grab your warm coats, and woolly hats.

Summer is upon us!

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Mayday! Mayday!

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Of course Paddy was going to kick arse.
That was his mission in life.
His raison d’ĂȘtre.

But first there was some serious nose-picking to be done.

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Snot my problem

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