She'd better not get too used to that kind of holiday. Pretty amazing place it must be said and something I'm not very used to - the whole massive fully self-contained resort style affair. The highlight (for me - I doubt it would be Alissa's!!) is the golf course. A PGA track and simply breathtaking. And a bit tough. Just a shame I can't putt for shit anymore. This the view looking down the 9th. They even have "Tiger Tees" - about 40 yards further back than the regular "back" tees - am sure the man himself is so proud that many top golf courses around the world have had to spend millions extending because he hits the ball so flippin hard. Anyway, only 3 lost balls (another lingo update - "piss" = water of any kind on a golf course).Though, it's not really like ye come back after the couple of nights away refreshed and rested. No need to elaborate on that one. The dangerous alcohol and young children cocktail strikes again.
Having just had 4 short weeks in a row, I'm thinking it's not gonna be easy doing a full 5 days at work. The timing of the holidays has been pretty perfect in so far as I've got to spend so much time with Alissa & Aibhe - witnessing regularly first hand the daily whinging hour between 5.30 and 6.30pm. Its like a battle against the clock to keep her quiet (but most importanly without letting her fall asleep!) for that hour. Alissa has her ways, I have mine - involves listening to Grada, Lunasa and Dervish tunes. Oh the tactics of it all.
With only 7 weeks to go to Ireland I shan't complain about a few 5 day weeks. Today being Labour day holiday in Queensland (not in the rest of the country though) we're sitting it out at home letting her ladyship get back to normal, which she appears to be doing by sleeping most of the day. Glory be. Our final Autumn month now, its 27 outside and I've just got out of the pool. Can't say I'm not making the most of it. The Aussies think I'm absolutely bonkers swimming in this "cold". I'm Irish and proud. Swam in a helluvalot colder and damn well enjoyed it I tell ya mayyte. I do remember one summer holiday in Sligo when it had p&ssed rain for the entire week - my poor parents, imagine ME bottled up for a week? A bit akin to a heavily shaken bottle of coke left standing. To allow the fizz to explode out, we were brought to the beach in the rain ("boiling" it was - maybe 20 C or so?) and we were "allowed" go in for a dip. The old "sure the rain won't matter when you're in will it?" line was spun. In I went. I think I also waded into the estuary in the middle of winter one year believing it would be a good idea to row a loose boat around the pontoon for a while. Might have been after Gibneys and Mr Moore can probably elaborate on that - I'll leave it there. But I cleaned my feet before going home.
And the Aussies wonder why I still swim here? Bring on your winter guys, gimme everything you've got - I'll still get into that bloody pool in July.
Now then. Another birthday wish for the littest niece - Happy 6th Birthday Aislinn. Thanks for allowing us watch you reading your book while on web-cam from the other side!!!
In case anyone is wondering. Aibhe is in the middle. Home woven Mickey and Minnie on either side. I think. Who's got the biggest cheeks?
Lingo update:
"Root" = Now, be very careful with this one and the Aussies. Do not go into the office and have a "quick root" for a file. Interpretation is quite different.
"Stroller" = Pram
"Dummy" = Soother
"Spat the dummy"/"Chucked the shits"/"Chucked a Tanny(tantrum)" = Flipped out big time
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