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Where are you right now? Part 3

LadyMacBeth_

Wheezing like a pair of bagpipes in the leaba.

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cbyrd

rainbow kirby wrote:

Absolutely knackered tbh - fed up of being here, induction started last Monday so I'm nearly a week in now. I have a 22 month old son at home, my husband is on paternity leave though so he's being well looked after.

Ah, I hope you get home soon, hospital is a pain in the butt.. (7 months later)

Cotside, little man has caught bocco virus.. yes. Or a cold if it were you or me.. lol. Poor boy, he's full of snot but they're encouraged by how well he's coping.. maybe I should let them sit here for 12 hours ... But he's really really good, he doesn't cry much, just makes sad face that would break your heart and he looks at me with his little watery eyes as if to say.. fcuk off away from me with your damn suction tubes and let me sleep....He's mostly sleeping.. thank God.. bocco virus.. can they not just say he has a cold.

NollagShona

BVA bores out of my tree. I’m landslide and there’s Fcuk all here. There is Fcuk all airside too tbf

NollagShona

cbyrd wrote: »

Ah, I hope you get home soon, hospital is a pain in the butt.. (7 months later)

Cotside, little man has caught bocco virus.. yes. Or a cold if it were you or me.. lol. Poor boy, he's full of snot but they're encouraged by how well he's coping.. maybe I should let them sit here for 12 hours ... But he's really really good, he doesn't cry much, just makes sad face that would break your heart and he looks at me with his little watery eyes as if to say.. fcuk off away from me with your damn suction tubes and let me sleep....He's mostly sleeping.. thank God.. bocco virus.. can they not just say he has a cold.

Poor little mite. Hope he’s better soon!

harry Bailey esq

Demetrius Wonderful Sender wrote: »

At home in bed not feeling the best but will be getting up shortly as I’ve to call into the local Garda station to make a statement

Could be worse, calling in to make a statement is a much nicer than being 'brought in' to make one. A lot more time consuming too. Back on topic, waiting outside the chipper for a pair of fish suppers.

Gremlinertia

Listening to the radio for a change, not sure it'll last long....

Autosport

Kitchen side watching snow falling

Jack Kanoff

Going to cork at the weekend, taking the little one up for a few days...she wants to use the pool and whirlpool

Have also tied in a job interview while there.... fantastic position, more money etc.. but means uprooting to Cork...time to think......

gifted

Jack Kanoff wrote: »

Going to cork at the weekend, taking the little one up for a few days...she wants to use the pool and whirlpool
Have also tied in a job interview while there.... fantastic position, more money etc.. but means uprooting to Cork...time to think......

Means moving to Cork??...... congratulations my friend..you've just won the lottery of life...lol lol

qo2cj1dsne8y4k

Just after reading a bit from the end of Winnie the Pooh. I’m an emotional wreck

On His Death Bed, Christopher Robin Tries To Explain To Pooh The Concept Of Death.
christopher Robin explains death to Pooh

"You see," began Christopher with a long sigh. "It's like sleeping for a long, long time."

Christopher Robin was surrounded by his friends under his favorite tree. It rested on the top of a hill overlooking the entire Hundred Acre Wood. He was older now, and he knew that he didn't have much more time left with them.

"But going to sleep means that some day you'll wake up." Pooh said with a smile.

"Precisely!" Owl exclaimed.

"And we'll be here when you do," Kanga added. "I'll even make you breakfast."

Christopher couldn't help but smile. "I would very much like that. But you all have to understand that it will be a very, very long time."

"Oh ho ho! We are great at waiting a long time! Rabbit here waits every year for the carrots to grow in the garden." Tigger chimed in.

"And every year you destroy them!" Rabbit snarled.

"But Christopher!" Roo interjected, jumping into Christopher's lap. "What are we going to do when you're gone?"

"Oh I won't be gone Roo. I'll be right here." Christopher placed his finger over Roo's heart. Roo giggled and scrunched up into a ball.

"We'll be just fine," muttered Eeyore. "I'm used to being alone anyways."

"None of you will be alone! You're a family now, and while I'm gone you will all take care of each other."

"B-b-b-ut you will b-b-be back r-r-right Christopher?" Stuttered Piglett.

Christopher let out a soft sigh and looked around at all of his friends. It was going to be difficult to help them to understand. They probably never would…

"Sometimes good things come to an end. But here's the secret everyone— come close!" They all huddled together underneath the tree to listen to Christopher's secret.

"Memories. Are. Forever." He whispered and tapped Pooh on the nose.

"Memories?" Said Pooh. "Well I have plenty of those! Like that time we saved you from the Heffalumps!"

"Or when you helped me fix my garden!" cried Rabbit.

"Or when you organized my library for me!" Exclaimed Owl.

"Or that time you built me a new house out of those sticks you found in the woods.” Eeyore added sullenly. "It didn't last the night...but I remember it."

"Yes, yes! All of those are memories and you will have them forever. Just like I will have my memories of all of you."

Christopher stood up and took one last look over the Hundred Acre Wood. The sun was setting in the orange autumn sky and the trees were beginning to lose their leaves. It was time he went home.

Christopher gathered all of his friends together and began walking back down the hill. They were all busy discussing the memories they had had with each other.

"Christopher?" Pooh said, looking up at Christopher as they walked hand in hand. "You aren't coming back, are you?"

Christopher looked down at the ground and took a moment before he responded. "No Pooh. I won't be coming back this time."

They walked in silence, listening to the sound of the crunching leaves underneath their feet.

Pooh suddenly stopped and looked intently into the ground. "I believe I am going to miss you Christopher," he said with a soft, broken voice.

Christopher leaned down and took his lifelong friend into his arms.

"I will miss you too Pooh. I will miss you very, very much."

Gremlinertia

ARGH Shoesday what have you done, now cold AND teary

Ted_YNWA

Ah here, who's chopping onions at this time of night.

Boom_Bap

Ted_YNWA wrote: »

Ah here, who's chopping onions at this time of night.

No idea, but I'm cutting the cheese :pac::pac:

Ted_YNWA

Now my eyes are really watering.

NollagShona

In the airplane in Beauvais Airport. 10 min delay

Specialun

Jack Kanoff wrote: »

Going to cork at the weekend, taking the little one up for a few days...she wants to use the pool and whirlpool
Have also tied in a job interview while there.... fantastic position, more money etc.. but means uprooting to Cork...time to think......

good luck in the interview..its cork and were all fantastic. just keep saying like, boi and lad and you fit right in

Autosport

Specialun wrote: »

good luck in the interview..its cork and were all fantastic. just keep saying like, boi and lad and you fit right in

That's sounds like waterford speak

Now bedside

harry Bailey esq

Ted_YNWA wrote: »

Ah here, who's chopping onions at this time of night.

Don't fall for Shoesdayschilds excerpt from Winnie the Pooh. It's a honey trap teddy. I'm gonna share with you how to cut onions without looking like a prick. It's quite simple really, a decent sized bowl filled with cold water, a clean sink works too. Submerge the onion in the water and dice away. No more tears.

Whispered

I'd love the chance to move to cork. Or anywhere in the west near the sea. I can feel myself relax even driving in that direction.

In bed. As usual

qo2cj1dsne8y4k

harry Bailey esq wrote: »

Don't fall for Shoesdayschilds excerpt from Winnie the Pooh. It's a honey trap teddy. I'm gonna share with you how to cut onions without looking like a prick. It's quite simple really, a decent sized bowl filled with cold water, a clean sink works too. Submerge the onion in the water and dice away. No more tears.

I’m in bed, harry you never fail to intrigue me

NollagShona

Made the 41- it’s snowing in Dublin and he’s rocketing along

Tell me how

NollagShona wrote:

Made the 41- itâ€™s snowing in Dublin and heâ€™s rocketing along

For a man with no money, you get around. Fair play to you Nollag.

Sephiroth_dude

Specialun wrote: »

good luck in the interview..its cork and were all fantastic. just keep saying like, boi and lad and you fit right in

Throw in lánger a few times too.

harry Bailey esq

Demetrius Wonderful Sender wrote: »

I’m in bed, harry you never fail to intrigue me

I'm intrigued as to why your intrigued. But you wouldn't be the first... Right now I'm under the covers meself, the snoring to my immediate left is syncing with the mellow music of Steel Pulse coming from the bluetooth to my immediate right.

Sephiroth_dude

In bed.

angeldelight

In bed waiting for the little “mammy I need a wee” I know is coming as I can hear two year old tossing and turning in her bed

Ted_YNWA

In bed, sticking toes out to test the temperature.

Gremlinertia

Ted_YNWA wrote: »

In bed, sticking toes out to test the temperature.

Wind them back in, it's cold but no breeze thankfully

Ted_YNWA

Gremlinertia wrote:

Wind them back in, it's cold but no breeze thankfully

Took a peek out earlier, no snow only a heavy frost.

May have a look for the heavy socks.

Specialun

jesus h christ its v v hard nipple weather. just arrived in work. best do whats modt important and make a cuppa 1st

Gremlinertia

Thermals protect me for this hike, finished work and on the way out the gap.