"Oh hey, you know soon we will be living entirely for pleasure" I tell my new (ish) husband as we book bed and breakfast for Friday, in Carlingford Lough. I am working in the vicinity in the afternoon and we have the magnificent notion to stay over, spent Saturday, rambling like tourists in the Mourne Mountains. "Ah but time is rushing past us n if we mean to devote ourselves to pleasure, better get started." he sagely says. He is a VERY good husband. We have had an overnight bed and breakfast jaunt to Galway last weekend and the winding country roads, the walks soundtracked by lapping sea, the companionable, slightly tipsy lunchs were outrageously pleasing . "And you, know, bed n breakfast is cheap, AND the company is free" I assure my grinning spouse, if he need assurance (not).
I phone the boss and her brother before we set off. She is busy living for pleasure herself with her father and his family for a few weeks, but she does not like thing to be happening , trips being made, that she doesn't know about, has not approved. The boy needs a cash lodgement (to buy worms coke, sweets, and possibly a few other items he does not mention).
I phone the boss and her brother before we set off. She is busy living for pleasure herself with her father and his family for a few weeks, but she does not like thing to be happening , trips being made, that she doesn't know about, has not approved. The boy needs a cash lodgement (to buy worms coke, sweets, and possibly a few other items he does not mention).
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