Inconsolable

Mrs Raheny has left.

For Barcelona, to see her nephew Joel for the first time. And his grown-up slaves who have been tending to his every needs for the last two months.
She made the solemn declaration that she would not come back all broody and I trust that this is indeed the case.
We have had our share of sleepless nights.

The kids have been extremely distressed since we saw her off at the airport, as can be seen in today's blip.
After the play ground we went to our local Tesco to pick up the two Euro 2012 prizes won by Luca and Mimi, bought shit loads of super sweet additives-packed pick'n'mix sweeties and headed back home for a fine evening of watching Sponge Bob sprawled on the couch eating spicy wedges and chicken goujons. Bliss.

Mrs Raheny pre-flight ritual was without surprise: loads of running around in a state of total panic, declarations of love, hugs with watery eyes, and extractions of promises that I would look after them really well if the plane was to crash, and which secondary schools to send them too.

I have just checked her flight status and it has landed in Barcelona (or crash-landed, I don't think the Aer Lingus website makes a distinction...)

Have a good trip Chica! Kiss Joel and Justin and Monica for us.