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Yesterday morning, I awoke in my cousins bed with my fiancèe. We were staying with my Limerick relations as we were down there to attend my grandmothers funeral in St. John’s Cathedral (pictured, left). After the funeral mass, I drove my dad’s Peugeot while the missus drove my Fiat, following the walking procession to the old graveyard where she was to be laid to rest. I got there in time - the missus was slightly late as she ended up going to the wrong burial and standing there for 10 minutes before realising she didn’t recognise anybody (oh dear…) - so she rushed to the other side of the graveyard just in time to join us for the start of my granny’s burial. It rained. We buried her. My grandad, my brother and I each said our farewells and threw in sods of earth onto the coffin. Very emotional morning.
Then it was off to Synott’s Pub, Bar & Restaurant (off the Anacotty Roundabout, on the Dublin road) to wind down, knock back some pub grub and drink, and mingle with my extended family - then back on the motorway for the 3 1/2 hour journey back to Dundalk, where we fell into bed after watching The Panel - which wasn’t as funny as usual, somehow, this week.
Then, today, on my way back from Dunnes Stores in the Marshes, after doing the weeks shopping there (oh, and in ALDI), the arse fell out of my car… or more accurately, the front part of the exhaust did… which was bloody annoying. Here it is, sitting outside TrUfit, off the bypass road, where I took it to be repaired:
I felt really sorry for it, as the exhaust looked like an elephants willy (y’know… relatively speaking) and it was dragging it along the ground (which seemed bloody painful). I stopped feeling sorry for it, though, after it had been repaired, with that whole front section being replaced and my wallet being €100 lighter. *grumble*grumble*
Gah… ah well, at least it’s fixed now… and the new part should last me a good few years. I blame the speed bumps at Hilltop in Limerick. *shakes fist*
I have to head in to the Dundalk FM studio now to do a drive time show and go to the company directors meeting (for I am a company director now, y’know…). I’ll be playing (a censored version of) Mr Garrisson from South Park singing “Merry F&*king Christmas” along with some other delightful tunes… Oh what fun, etc.
By the way… Bonzo now has a coat to protect her from the crappy cold weather. Here she is wearing it:
She doesn’t look like a feckin’ eejit or anything, does she, eh? 
