Good Friday eve & happy birthday to my mum

Two important notes today...

It's Good Friday eve! If you are Irish, do not, I repeat, DO NOT attempt to do your shopping tonight. Super markets will be crazy... If you are mad enough, god speed. You brave soul.

Have yet to make plans for the occasion tomorrow myself, which I generally celebrate like a true atheist -By getting drunk... (although this is also how Catholics here celebrate it anyways! Tsk, tsk). We're thinking of a little excursion with the dogs too (not at the same time as the drinking alcohol, of course!).

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And secondly, happy birthday to my mum.

She is settling in well to her new house, doing it up and

Goodnight daddy x

On January 8th, 2015, my lovely father passed away suddenly. Goodnight big man x

Not how did he die, but how did he live?

Not what did he gain, but what did he give?

These are the units to measure the worth

of a man as a man, regardless of birth.

Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed?

But had he befriended those really in need?

Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,

to bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,

but how many were sorry when he passed away. 

-Author unknown 

Dad, Claire, me and Cara (around 1985)