Why be difficult when with a bit of effort you can be impossible?

Its nearly time for the long weekend to commence. I can't wait. Even though I have a few things on, its still great to be off work. This week has been a bit busy, this morning for example I wasn't able to go online until at least 11.30. Madness. Pure madness. Yesterday evening was so lovely walking home. Everyone was in good form, even the roughians who usually like to throw bricks instead of bread at the swans seem to have mellowed. Bless their cottens.
I was so tired and sick and sore yesterday, but the sun did manage to cheer me up. Until I hit town and had to go to a number of shops. I wanted to get Mammy2 a pressie. It's been 2 months since the whole work place confronting her on her illness and the ultimatium. She's been doing so well, no really big episodes to talk of. So I felt the occasion deserved marking. I tried the bodyshop for a perfume she likes. It turns out its been discontinued. What's the
story with discontinuing perfume? I don't get it. As it turns out I asked for moonshine as opposed to moonflower. No wonder the woman behind the corner looked at me strangely. I moved onto Plan B. Something Leinster related. To Arnotts, deftly avoiding the women and their "Would you like to be covered in some horrible smelling perfume that will make you feel like her" and they point out random poster of a woman, who in fairness lookes to be enjoying
herself. I passed. No Leinster stuff. Plan C. No present and no card, this gift business was tough.

I decided a last resort. The perfume Shop in the Illac Centre. Rude does not begin to cover the thick cow behind the counter. I was so close to tell her to shove the perfume somewhere which cause some sort of facial reaction. But I was at Plan C. I got the perfume, Hugo Boss for women, its really nice and went to Marks to buy some potatoes. Mammy2 had offered to cook dinner as the mate S had cancelled the the kid was off hanging with the new man. We had the place to ourselves. Whilst in Marks recovering from the rude woman, I spotted an Easter egg shaped like a tractor. I was chuffed. Obviously I didn't buy it for myself. You don't buy Easter eggs for yourself. I don't like easter eggs as it takes me ages to eat them and Mammy2 and the kid end up suffering because I have the egg
still in the fridge weeks later. Its not really fair. I will get Mammy2's tonight or on Saturday.

She was delighted with her present and card. She didn't think I'd notice. I told her I notice a lot of things and was well proud of her. She loved the perfume as she'd been saving the stuff she had. I think I did well and it was worth the rude cow in the shop. She cooked a lovely dinner of roasted sea bass with some garlic and leek. I'm getting the impression she's trying to get me to try new things food wise. Good luck to her. Thankfully, there were new potaoes. It was yums and I managed to eat most of it. Although I get scared with fish that have bones. I am convinced one day that's what will kill me. How embaressing? Imagine."How did she die in the end?" "Oh a fishbone" Terrible stuff. Hence I am wary of them. And they have so many fecking bones?

A relaxing evening on the couch chatting then. Once we had evicted the kid. The boyf had to get the 7.30 bus at home so hence loud music and incense as we entered the apartment. We told her she could get a DVD and she moved a bit faster into the bedroom. I love chatting with Mammy2, she's one of the few people who I can talk to without feeling stupid. I am mates with some intellingent individuals. Sometimes I feel like an idiot when talking to them. With her its never like that,one of the things I love about her.