Homeward bound
Desperate measures call for desperate times and vice versa and I'm going back to sell my car. After so many adventures, including a romantic weekend in Paris together, my beloved Derval's been sitting idle and neglected in a carpark for the last year. She has her NCT on Monday, giving me a day to sell her before I come back to Berlin. She'll probably be upset. It feels like betrayal to simply show up after a year to flog her willy nilly to whoever flashes the most cash. Not that she has a willy. But it's also unfair to keep her locked up any longer. It's been far too long since she felt the thrill of the road, the wind in her front grill as she zoomed along to her favourite music and, well dammit, a car should be allowed be a car.
There are people I've to meet who weren't even alive the last time I was home, literally new, and of course others who are anything but, but who I can't wait to see again anyway.
Pints will be had I'm sure, in copious quantities in spite of and/or inspired by the great depression or whatever reason happens to be most apt at the time.
"Jaysus, the country's fucked," I'll hear. "You wouldn't believe what the gobshites have done."
Yeah, it will be good to be home.
Do you know this?
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Crellestrasse 7
10827 Berlin
Regards,
Martin
No I didn't! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteHurrah! Need a place to stay in Dub? It's a pity cos Caraiosa, Sturdy Eyes and Amanda all drinking it up in Italy....but I'll be here! Come on home dude and Derval x
ReplyDeleteha ha good luck selling the car man ya missed the cement truck at the dail today ha ha bet ya its good to be home
ReplyDelete"Jaysus, the country's fucked" "You wouldn't believe what the gobshites have done."
ReplyDeletehaha exactly the same, every time i go to turkey.
except we don't say jaysus and gobshites but you catch my drift
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