COUNTDOWN TO DAY ZERO: +3.
It is quite handy living within 40 metres of a Storage place that sells packing boxes. Another ten.
2 Guinness from the nearby bottle shop purchased solely so I could also get a free box to pack things in. (Not even I believed that one)
Listening to that dirge of a song on the radio "I wasn't Expecting That." Do you know this song?...I had sex, then had a baby, I wasn't expecting that...they cut out the cancer but the cancer came back, I wasn't expecting that." Makes me wonder what the fuck this clown was expecting.
As my darling Father, Billy Fitzpatrick, the former Jesuit, noted to me years ago "T'ain't all beer and skittles, Johnny Boy."
I hope my Da is enjoying Heaven and I'm sure he is... as long as he is in that part separated from everyone who isn't Irish Catholic from County Cork, and as long as there are no Kellys there.
Keep the Faith!
I also checked the letter box again, not a good idea. I put the envelope that looked like it had a bill in it in Mrs Fitz's Honda car about to go on the slow train to Melbourne town. Have a look next year.