Tóg go bog é

Of course I’m not really losing him. But Dáire’s been a harbour from rough Berlin seas, one of the greatest friends anywhere. He’ll remain one even if I can no longer access him as often as I should have when we were both living here. Tóg go bog é mo chara, your women too. You’re doing the right thing and deserve it working out for you.

They’re not going for a few days yet, but we’re flying to Madrid in the morning, so I’d to meet him tonight or not at all. In between work, babysitting and packing. Just as it was for him too.
So tomorrow we’ll be in Madrid, my third home. The flight’s at six in the feckin’ morning, six! So we’ve to get up... well, now.

My parents would be cursing too. They’re due to meet us at the airport. Really they’re only coming to meet the little fella, who still has no inkling he’s going on his second holiday. I’m not sure he’s even packed yet. I’d better letter tell him to get a move on... ¡Vámanos!
Aww shucks! I just read this now! I'll, I mean I'm sure Dáire will miss you too, whoever he is. And I'm sure you haven't lost a friend and that he'll be in touch very soon for a chat and to see how things are in Berlin and to let you know how things are in Arklow, or wherever he's gone to. I'm sure his family and he are probably settling in alright and probably even bought a car, like a Hyundai Trajet or something for around 1700, (probably bargained down from 1850 knowing him).
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