They're going to Ireland tomorrow and leaving me here with Lucy again.
We've had this discussion before, many times.
Frankly I'm getting sick of repeating myself.
Who do they think they are?
Who do they think I am?
They had better bring me something nice back with them or else.
Still, it's better than cruising with that roaring great monstrosity
(the engine I mean, not the lummox).
P x
