The man on the radio wends his way through Wednesday morning helping us while away the hours. Weatherwise we're not exactly talking tropical, but definitely David Attenborough sweaty pits kind of weather. The traffic lady says there's animals loose on one of the main Dublin roads again, and suggests farmers need a fencing refresher course.
Today's groaner: a man fell into a vat of coffee and died. In an attempt to console his wife, the police told her "at least he didn't suffer; it was instant" ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!
Off to the shiny metropolis, hip hip hooray, calloo callay. Well, maybe I'm not that excited about it ... but my poorly kitty cat needs vet tlc. Too tired to be overly quippy at this point, so as you were and tomorrow may bring more in the way of sentence silliness.
Bring me the coffee pot and let's see if I can stay upright! ;-D ...
