Category Archives: On the commute

The spirituality of dinosaurs…

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“What’s the new place like?”
“Nice.”
“And the people?”
“Really great.”
“Hmmmmm. Any religious types there?”
“No idea. Why?”
“Just curious, that’s all.”
“We don’t talk about stuff like that. What about your place?”
“Nah. All grand. A few repressed Catholics and the usual smattering of Heathens.”
“The usual?”
“Yeah. The usual. Wasn’t like that in the last place though.”
“Why?”
“We’d a bunch of those Palaeontologists.”
“You had a bunch of what?”
“Palaeontologists. You know them. Real conservative types. Clothes down to the knee and wrist. And up to the neck. Very conservative.”
“And what do they worship?”
“Don’t you mean ‘who’? They worship God.”
“Not dinosaurs?”
“Huh? Dinosaurs? No, God. These Palaeontologists even have their own pope”
“A pope for dinosaurs? Are you sure?”
“What’s with you and dinosaurs???”
“Palaeontologists study dinosaurs.”
“Huh???”
“Eh…You sure you don’t mean Palmarians?”
“Oh…That’s them!”

Ah…the lure of a bargain!

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“Been shopping?”
“Em…yes…” answers the friend as she tries to squash an oddly shaped bag into the seat alongside her.

“Whatcha get?”

She pulls each item out for review…

“A mat for outside my bedroom door so I get into the habit of taking my shoes off…”
“Hmmmm…”
“A breakfast tray for when I find someone to bring me breakfast in bed…”
“Oooooo…”

More rustling and box opening…

“A glass trinket box for my…eh…trinkets.”
“What’s a trinket?”
“No idea!”
“They must have cost a pretty penny.”
“€7.50.”
“You were in Dealz again, weren’t you?!?”
“Yep!”
“What did you go in for?”
“Deodrant…”
“And did you remember to get it?
“Eh…of course not!!!”

Rain is a great healer

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“Yeah. We made up…Grand now. How did it happen? Rain. That’s how it bleedin’ happened. Rain…Wait ‘til I tell ya…Feckin’ eejit was so stubborn. Me Ma offered to collect him from the Bus Stop. But oh no, he wanted to walk. A mile. In the feckin’ rain. So he walked…How did that sort it? I’m getting to that bit…Ended up at the front door – soaked. Me Da told me to give him some dry clothes while Ma dried his. So I did. What did I give him? Took my revenge so I did. Gave him the clothes. He changed and then came in to watch telly with the rest of us…What happened then? There he sat – in between me parents on the couch – wearing me zig zag leggings, me sister’s bleedin’ pink hoody and a pair of me Da’s slippers. He was still sulking but Da was having none of it. Slagged the arse off him about what he was wearing until the miserable bastard cracked a smile. Know he’s a miserable bastard but he’s my miserable bastard!”

A dad and his son

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Nothing as endearing as seeing a Dad on the train doing the final morning preparations to ready his son for school. Hair brushed and flattened. Collar sorted and tie yanked down. Jacket straightened. Lip balm applied to the smallie’s chapped lips with all the panache of roller painting a wall so the small fella now has an inch wide grease track the whole way around his mouth.  And the look of sheer adoration as he gives his dad thumbs up would melt even the coldest of hearts.