empty apartment

I arrived home to an empty apartment last night. I had picked up potatoes planning on cooking her a dinner involving vitamins for a change and I was greeted with tumbleweed. Naturally, my first thought was to ponder where I would start looking for her if Ireland's first and only serial killer was roaming the streets of Dublin looking for 5ft 5 inch 16 year old teenagers who wear a lot of black and listen to Slayer.
You never can be too careful. I always error on the side of the fact that she's been killed rather then she's out with mates or anything ordinary like that? Now I'm thinking how quick can I get to the cop shop to report her missing. Yes, I am a morbib soul.

As it turns out I was mistaken, she was up town 'hanging' with her mates. This hanging takes up a large amount of their time, one wonders what criteria is involved for this hanging and if it is exclusive to teenagers or anyone can partake. When she arrived home, she annouced P's dad would be ringing so we could chat to him about Holland. I had visions of them getting together up town, paying some hobo to ring our landline and tell us he was going to Amsterdamn with them. I made a mental note to ask some questions about P and see where it got me.

He's to ring tonight and we can chat to him. We shall reserve judgement until then although Mammy2 is adamant about the trip already. Words like there's not a hope in hell of it happening spring to mind. She can be quite stubborn when it comes to the kid at times, she has a few streaks of her mother in her and sometimes this is not necessarily a good thing! I said we should talk to P's dad, see what the story is and then make the descision. I have softened somewhat from my initial "it'll be a cold day in hell before she gets on plane with THAT lot" type thing which is not really constructive at all.