So this happened. Twice. I managed to record this occasion just in time. I miss Northern Ireland. Over here is pretty similar, yet it is not Northern Ireland. For example, the hedges are just a little different, the grass is slightly different. It feels like an imitation. Not that I dislike England, but it’s not the same as Ireland. I am glad I have this new appreciation.
Erin is unimpressed with immature fucking flatmates - or should I say people who happen to live in the same block as me - and is about ready to kill somebody soon. Seriously. I'm reaching the end of my tether.