Ger and the wee man have officially left the building and are on their way home. Their livers refused to travel with them. Unfortunately, they"re not even suitable for feeding to our dog...or Bridget"s cat.
On the plus side - despite a drunken agreement to give his shirt to Bridget last night, wee man has managed to leave with said shirt on his back. Bridget is from County Kerry. I suspect she will hunt down Jr. when she realises the shirt left with him. You have been warned.
I was unable to delete "that one" from Ger"s phone. He kept the phone glued to his pocket for the remainder of their stay...except when threatening to show locals the picture. Sigh. Have to rely on his kind nature as a good friend (enter guilt trip...lol) who wouldn"t DARE post a photo like that.
I"m still baffled by the beach thing. In all fairness...you go to the beach to get wet wading in the ocean. So why did everyone run for the hills (or under the trees) once the rain hit?! You"re there to get wet anyway, FFS! It was only a passing shower, yet once it had passed there was a mass exodus from the beach. Seriously, WTF?! Just glad we stuck it out for another bit after that. Was good fun.
Had a great time with the Lads this week. Pretty sure wee man will sleep through the rest of July. He"s just not able for us, poor kid. "Buh bye" and safe trip to the pair of ya! xx