Whats the story in Ballymory….

I couldn’t care less 😉

You’ll have to forgive me if I’m not of form today. My head is moving by itself at the moment. I’ve been up since 4.50am (I didn’t think there was such an ungodly hour), we had to get the 6.00am train to Dublin for a hospital appointment for Lucy.

The train journey was fine, although its nearly 3 hours long and then we had to get the Luas tram to Drimnagh and walk to Our Lady’s Hospital for Sick Children in Crumlin, we got there at 10am. Then we had to wait, and wait, and wait. With Den tv to keep us company, so we had Ballymory follwed by Hi5 by which time I was losing the will to live. Not helped by the fact that the ‘child from hell’ was trying to run over my foot with a toy lorry. Another ‘child from hell’ was trying to take Jonos nintendo ds.

Anyway the appointment went OK and we got back on the Luas, tried to ignore the fella puking into a coffee cup (yuck) and went into the city centre for some shopping…as you probably know I hate shopping but it appears that Lucy has been encouraged by ‘Confessions of a Shopaholic’ and bought two pairs of shoes (I don’t know why because she only has one pair of feet), a top and a bright pink heart shaped rug….She wanted to go into every shop with Jono and I trailing behind and Jono muttering that he doesn’t get it, all this shopping lark….that makes two of us. 😉