A great stretch in the evenings.

The clocks went forward at the weekend and now we have lovely long evenings. Shame, the weather hasn't decided to change its plans from blustery and wet to sunny. I suppose it is March in Ireland, so what's one to expect. The weekend passed without much ado. Mother's day was very uneventful.The night before was eventful enough. I woke up around 2 to find the kid in the toilet, having a panic attack. She couldn't catch her breath. Lots of calming chats and making her take sips of water, she eventually got her breath back. She had no idea what brought it on, although Mammy2 thinks it may have been because it was Mother's day and stuff. Whilst she had us up then, she wanted to give us our mammies day pressies. Yes, she bought pressies and got us cards. She was so sweet. She got Mammy2 a few books, we spent ages selecting what looked like the most boring books ever, as chances are if we thought they were boring, Mammy2 would love them. She got me a tiger that talks when you press his feet and a small piglet. She thinks I have a thing for small animals. Probably because I am always going on about squirrels or something.

There were no toy squirrels to be found. She dragged the boyfriend all around the place looking for one. She got me a mammy's day card and Mammy2 a thank you card and she wrote a lovely little message in each of them. I was actually getting emotional!The day itself was spent having a few beers and watching dvds. The mate R, called over. She was joining us for our anti mammies day. Which involved pizza, beer and dvds.

The boyf drama continues. He's got a gig this Wednesday in The Voodoo Lounge and its strictly over 18's, id required etc. She's not going to get in. She took it better then I thought, mainly because the girlf of the other guitarest can't go either. If she was going, I'd say the words blue muder would be sufficent to describe the situation.

Yesterday evening I arrived into a silent apartment. Mammy2 was on the couch reading one of her books and there was no sign of the kid. It was eerily silent. The kid had gone to hang with the boyf until we got home from work. For a whole half an hour it was just the two of us and it was fab. Its so rare to come in from work and not have her there. Don't get me wrong, I love the kid to bits, but sometimes its nice to have a break and hang out together. We cooked dinner and chatted and it was great. 7 years on and I still love hanging out with her.

The grusome twosome arrived in after 6 and annouced they were wrecked and they were going to hang in the bedroom. Door left open, I wandered past about 10 minutes later and the two of them were out for the count on the bed. This hanging malarky must be exhausting!