Sale now on!

[Mobile phone ring. The one that sounded amusing when I recorded it with the super nasal voice. The one that goes "Ring, ring! Pick up the phone! Ring, ring! Pick up the phoooo-ooone!" The one where one can hear Mimi and Luca distinctly weeing themselves in the background, laughing heartily at the fact that their Dad can be such an eejit, with his big nasal voice. The one that had me blushing a few times at work or on the train...]

Me: Hi Chica, what's the craic (Chica is Mrs Raheny's pet name, from when we travelled together to Costa Rica, all those years ago, when there were no kids and the only racket at night came from the Howling Monkeys in lurve)
Mrs Raheny: [slightly panicked voice] Chico (think you'll figure that one out for yourselves), we've totally run out of Brain-dead Nationalism, would you mind stopping at the Sinn Fein shop on your way back home?
Me: Again?!?!? Ah, well, ok... I might as well get a bit more Sectarian Suspicion while I'm there, I think their two-for-one offer is still on.
Mrs Raheny: and two bottles of Punishment Beating. It's the kids' favourite.