Day Twelve
Rick’s family business passed a grueling inspection from the Financial Services Authority. Sounds insignificant and probably boring I know, but that means we can now sleep unafraid of the big guys out there who can come and close down the little guys if they don’t meet the required anal standard of box ticking. Rick celebrated by starting his OWN (lone) queue outside The Carphone Warehouse in Larne to ensure he was among the first twenty people in County Antrim to buy an Iphone. His eccentricities never cease to bemuse…..
Day Eleven
I had lunch today with my “new nursery friends.” Laughed till I was sore at one girl’s confession who admitted that for her first christmas with her husband, she bought herself some red satin and made herself her own little naughty Santa outfit. She cut round an old G-string and made her own bra… can you even imagine what that must have looked like? I love that she once did that and I love that she had the nerve to tell me.
