Clinging on

I walk past this twice a day while walking Fat Boy and Slim along the riverbank. Today it succumbed to the inevitable and was blipped. On Thursday Fat Boy will succumb to the inevitable when he gets his swingers removed and not a moment too soon if his behavior this afternoon with a lovely looking fox terrier bitch was anything to go by.

Mrs Smith was up at 5am for her trip to Dublin. She just texted me to say she's being forced to go out drinking tonight by the production team. I hope Raheny isn't out tonight.

Other than that Ruby has been lying on the couch coughing and spluttering, Eve has been out all day with a pal and Joe isn't up to football training as he got clattered in his match yesterday and is nursing a dead leg and a badly bruised nose that looks like it could give him two nice black eyes.