Its going to be a cold one

Yesterday, picture the scene if you will. I stepped out of my apartment block, complete with winter jumper, winter coat, scarf and wooly hat looking like I was about to knock over a bank. Black is the winter colour you see. When what flits past me only this lunatic, I'm being kind here, wearing a short sleeved top. Yes, I did say short sleeves. Not a sign of a jacket, a scarf, heck even a jumper of some sort. I'm unsure what her story is but she had me scared. This week has been a strange one, with regards work and the kid. She made her annoucement on Monday evening and we have seen nothing of her since. Apart from a bunch of flowers and a card telling us we are the best mammies ever. Which was very sweet. Mammy2 gets the odd txt off her, for example the other night apparently she was re-doing the boyf's garden. She sounds happy which is the main thing. Although chances are there will be questions to be answered when people start asking about college and her course.

I finally finished my proposal for the web site that is going to involve a lot of work and sent it off. They responded saying they had a quick scan of it and they like the look of it. I don't know whether to be thrilled or terrified. I don't have a lot of confidence in my skills. I still have a lot of work on. One of the sites is being tested, I need to start work on my own portfolilo site and a site I did years ago has come back and reported a bug with some date field. I am
still trying to fix it, looking at code you wrote 3 years ago is always difficult. I obviously didn't believe in comments of any kind, muppet that I am. The last few evenings we've taken it easy, now that the wild Dutch have gone back to Holland. It was a mad few nights on the town with them but great craic. I had a funny txt from the sister asking me what those black sticks you see in tourist shops were called and what were they for. I txted back they were shilelaghs
and they were used for batying the arse off leprechauns. I'm not sure she believed me because she txted back PMSL. Perhaps I am not taken seriously. Hmm.

The brother has been txting me, teasing me about the Ploughing Championships. Because of the big project I am on, we're not allowed any leave until after the going live date. Its due to go live Oct 19th or thereabouts. So for another year I miss the big event. He txted on pics of some New Holland beauties to Mammy2's phone. Tractor porn :) Its quality stuff. He also mentioned something about being on the Afternoon show yesterday. Of course, we can't watch
streaming media in work so Mammy2 tuned in and said she didn't see him at all. I must check with him and make sure it was the afternoon show. The website doesn't seem to archive stuff from the show. Pants.

Tonight I catch up with the mate C. He's managed to clear a night with the gf. We're grabbing a bite to eat and watching the rugby. Some bonding will be done over an oddly shaped ball. I'm looking forward to seeing him as the last time was months ago and he's really good to chat to and talk geeky stuff. Because I'm such a geek myself :)
Speaking of rugby