Well there you go, I survived St Patricks Day in a town with a well known pub called The Shamrock!! Did see some silly looking men wandering around with oversized green hats......am thinking that by today they would be hoping no one recognised them when they were pissed and looking silly walking down the street singing limmericks whilst hugging best buddy who also was pissed and wearing a silly green top hat.
Nothing to tell, been laying low (pardon the pun!) since the footpath tumble. Bit shook up. Not done anyting of interest either.
On Friday nights we all gather at Keiths brothers motel for a get together, his place as he cannot go too far if he has overdue book ins. Very pleasant night sittting listening to the siblings chatting over the current state of politics or their childhood, whichever comes along. Will miss our Friday nights when we move to the next location.
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