The good life abroad

We have all been working our nicely shaped bottoms off.

While our Irish seems to be improving over here Im pretty sure it has slipped into our own language and we will come back speaking a unique tongue that the best linguists will fail to decipher.

The women in work get thirsty for the Irish accent. Delicious to say the least.

I will be attending the Toronto Indy car race with my darling sister next month.

Meanwhile Sean's scabs have nearly fallen off after his bail and he is ready to lift stuff once again.

Sean Marc and I officially start our new job come Tuesday. Good riddance to that hole of a restaurant we were subjected to.

Jags is still working on a racoon's schedule and we only see him groggy in the mornings.

Julie is surviving the life of men, although she was annoyed when I mentioned how proud I was of the lot of us after keeping the apartment so clean. Apparently she has been cleaning every other moment.

Jags and I are on bug duty. If it has more than two legs we torch it.

Our new apartment sucks bed bugs to say the least. The landlord is a bitter old fool who has spent too much time raising his many kids on the evils of the outside world without considering the long-term social damage it will have on them should the fly the nest. The wireless router is also located at the bottom of a led box buried under the house in case of an earthquake so our net time consists of very little apart from email.

Only another two months here though and we are once again home hunting. Perhaps a penthouse next.

Really need to invest in a new camera as I cannot justify the beautiful Toronto with words alone.

Im off to get my chill on in the park with a cold beer and a few tunes.

One love loverbears

A humble guy with healthy desires

Apologies for the lack of updates recently.

Life has been hectic. In the last two weeks we have gained two and lost one. We have moved apartment leaving Hel and Marc to make three new friends. We have also all invested in bikes so we can cruise the Torontian streets in pure schtyle. Marc Sean and I are all working full time while Jags is working night shifts every other day.

Every chance we get we go to the park because its always around 30 degrees and its a far too aesthetically pleasing opportunity to miss. Sean managed to crash his bike the first day that he got it and his knee is in bits but better that than his head.

Thats it for now. Gotta go lurk.

Keep the Green Isle in tact for me all.

One love.

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