Expressions
This week in Stormont, one of our SF MLS's sent an internal memo to his department saying that they should not call Northern Ireland by that name, but either 'The North' (how very republican) or 'Here'. What made it worse is that Sammy Wilson took the time of the Assembly to make every concievable joke you can imagin. I'm up to Northern Ireland with those jokes.
The girls are spending a few days down in larne this week, which gives me a chance to men stuff, like watch TV in my underwear and scratch. They are back tomorrow.
Our ongoing battle in the drop-in is that some of teh boys are tearing down the 'It is against the law to smoke in these premisis' sign, that we have to have at the entrance of the drop-in. Last week we replaced it around 15 times. This week we warned that we would close for that session (or the one after) if it is taken down. We were closed on Wednesday afternoon, and after someone burned the sign on tonoght on teh way out, we are closed on Monday night. In my day, we would of take the person responsible aside and quietly 'had a word'. Kids these days tend to blame us. Sometimes this job gets to you!
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