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Mimiteen is ten


Jayzus… 10 years already since that little fist punched the air, out of the C section, prompting the obstetrician to ask you to take it easy.

How incredibly aware of your environment you’ve been from an early age.
You looked so serious for the first couple of months, taking in the world around you with your big saucer eyes, and that little frown that said that you were reserving your judgment until later, after you had gathered more information.

You’ve grown a lot since. I know what you are thinking, but don’t worry about the height. It’s just centimeters. Your growth is measured in other units, and it is tremendous.

You are so in tune with the world around you that it is I, big bozo, who learns from you.
You show tremendous maturity when it comes to relationship intelligence.
Especially if we use your brothers for bench-marking purposes…

I am so delighted your enjoyed your birthday.

Enjoy your first watch. And your first real writer’s pen (no, it doesn’t run out, you just pop in a new cartridge!) And your Game of Life and Monopoly with credit cards (sort of annihilates what was truly fun about Monopoly, the dipping in the bank while the others were not watching…)

Mum and Dad, and Pepe and Nana, and the bros love you very much.

There is only one Mimi.
And you are she.







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I went on a date today.
To the Met. With Pepe. To see Don Giovanni.
Not the actual Met in Noo Yoke. No.
More like the local cinema in Dun Laoghaire. With 270 geriatechnophiles who all lapped up the performance beamed live from the Met.
I was easily the youngest person in the theater. By several decades.

I loved it.
The sound was great.
The performance was great.
The production was superb.
The people watching was second to none.

I was particularly impressed by the two grannies who looked like they were going to come to blows, over the unopened box of Ferrero Rochers that each insisted the other had to take back home.

I would have liked to see how the situation developed but Pepe was eager to get to the car park.

I soon understood why. Dozens of Micras packed to the roof with dolled up grannies were revving likes chariots from hell in the multi-storey adjacent to the cineplex.

It was scary. Very scary.


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Geriatric fantastic



Oh, Margaret. Look! I can see another rainbow-granny over there. I wonder if I should try and give her a gentle poke…

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Seeing double



It’s crap.
Nana couldn’t help herself and bagged two pounds of the tasty little buggers for Luca and Uncle Nic.

Down to the beach to try and clear the head of the excesses of the communion yesterday.
This is His blood. And we drank it in memory of Him. Several gallons actually.

It was strange to go down to the beach with just the one spaniel.

The vet took Muscade in her house over the weekend. She’ll get more results from the blood tests on Monday.
Poor little thing. In her own daft hyperactive spaniel sort of way, she is very attaching (if you like daft hyperactive dogs).

Fingers crossed.

Finn tried to provide some comfort to Jojo. But he knows that something is not right.

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The anti winkle cream



Hey Anto? Stoary, bud? When you’re done paintin’ dem basketball posts, you wudn’t do me Moicra, wit’ de leftover paint? Wud ya? Dat’s a lad.

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Kilbarrack Xtreme Colour Coordination