Visits

Our friend moved to France a while ago to live with his wife, who happens to be a lovely French woman. He comes home every now and again, so thankfully we still see him quite often. He came back today for Christmas, and, in the typical Irish way, the slagging started straight away.

They had to go to a gig, so he only stayed for about ten minutes. But even in that time the boys had me laughing so much that tears were rolling down my face. Funny guys. Made me remember why we miss him so much when he's gone. We made him a nice cup of strong tea, which seems to be the only thing he really misses. (Apart from the Irish sense of humour!)

He was wondering how the truck drivers can take the journey from France to Ireland without even breaking a sweat. He, on the other hand, said the seventeen hours in the ferry were torture and that even a bottle of wine hadn't help him to sleep. Thankfully he must have fallen asleep at some stage, judging by the fact that there was still those two bottles of red left for our Christmas present...

At under 3 euro per bottle, I predict a headache on monday!

Can't wait... :D