Bloody Hell

It is 2019 now. Er.

Gosh is it 2016 already?

I’m not really that angry about much these days, apart from f*cking recruitment agencies who just don’t bother their arses to return your calls…. Aside from that, rather happy. Fish and spuds for tea tonight. Woo hoo!

10 Times in Two Years?

I don’t know what’s more sad. That you have sex 10 times in two years with a blindfold on for “some reason” and never touch things, and not notice a pair of boobs and no nuts, or you actually think you can get away with it!

Love you for a thousand years…

And for a thousand more…..

Not posted for a while, but now we are together as God intended.

My love is infinite. And more.

Thank you.

For everything that has been.

And for everything that will be.

Until our end.

And that’s just the beginning…..

Eternity.

Together.

Love.

*hugs*

Not much to be angry about this year

Well, the last few years have been full of angry posts with shouting at politicians, people who don’t know how to spell etc, but now I am a bit more serene.

Must have been something to do with the Easter Vigil. Or maybe not.

Anyway, I’m looking forward to another lovely Ireland holiday this July.

But my Clare has said we can’t go and camp at Father Ted’s house. What a blue meanie!

Disabled!

Yes, thanks to the wonderous EU lawyer bastards, the following two picture are to be given equal rights….

 

DISABLED GENTLEMAN DUE TO PIES AND CRISPS

 

WORKSHY LAYABOUT CHAV

 

 

Oh isn’t it lovely!!!!

Tesco substitution goes metal

So how are those spending “cuts” working?

They aren’t.

Oh for feck’s sake!

God no!

Ireland Holiday 2014–including Father Ted!

 

This is the small bit of Ballybunion beach from last week. Scortchingly hot and so lovely. Pity the water was freezing!

And we also went to see Father Ted’s house!