So sometimes you have one of those weekends
When everything is crap
Not for any reason
And actually nothing is any different to any other time
But it all seems crap
And you're in a funk
And can't or won't get out
Even with the best sweetest attempts by a boy
Those are the days when you hate Japan
And the Japanese
And Japanese food
And Japanese drinks
And Japanese food
And your Japanese life
Just like when you're in Ireland
You hate Ireland and the Irish and your Irish life
And going to work on Monday (Tuesday) morning after one of those weekends is torture
And then theres a package waiting
With photos of familiar faces
And chocolates
And cool tshirts
And DVD's
And Trashy magazines
And an hour later you get another package
A huge box
Filled with packs of Tayto
And things aren't so bad after all
..........................................
Don't think y'all ever know the buzz, the happiness, the smiles
Little notes, thank you cards, rambling letters, photos, fraggle rock tshirts, stripy tops, postcards, pressies, phone-calls, text messages, tayto, cadbury..
All that stuff brings!
Keeps me sane!
(and probably Dave indirectly)
Can't honestly say it enough...
Thanks everyone!
