Back to the cows

Headin’ home in the morning, back to Ireland with the young lad. It’ll be our first time back since the last time and the last time before the next time.
Work commitments have cut the visit short. Indeed they are infringing on my time there, but fuck it, we’ll make the most of it and appreciate the bit we get.
Fionnito’s pretty excited, he’s looking forward to the plane, the airport, the trains and buses, not to mention the cows, sheep, muck and family that awaits us. Noddy, his godfather, will be there too, on a flying visit from Australia as short as hours.
I’m looking forward to it too, as much as I’m sure the cows are. Vorfreude pur.