Tomorrow's the trip to Galway that's been planned for months. Two nights in the western Irish town of Galway, most likely in some of it's finest public houses and the odd club or two. 18 lads intent on entertainment, although my mate Simon hasn't been too well and Gordon also has his own problems getting in the way... so the 18 could become 16... it's still a recipe for trouble of one kind or another.
Harry, my youngest, has also gone down with chicken-pox, meaning the missis is going to have her hands full whilst I'm over in Ireland (and in Amsterdam next week). It's typical again that the kids are ill when I'm away, as if they're trying to tell me something :)
Harry, my youngest, has also gone down with chicken-pox, meaning the missis is going to have her hands full whilst I'm over in Ireland (and in Amsterdam next week). It's typical again that the kids are ill when I'm away, as if they're trying to tell me something :)
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