Aoife is sitting at a table, in the sun-trap that is the porch, sipping a Coke. This is officially the hottest day of the year. She is putting the finishing touches to her "Sleeping Fisherman" I haven't noticed any change in her model over the past few weeks, save for a bit of plaster stuck to his left ear...Yet everytime there is a bit of housework to do, out comes the Sleeping Fisherman, for URGENT remodelling work! I don't care. I just love to see her so content, while Mary and the twins are on hols.
I called Cath in London, to get John Kilcoyne's mobile number. (Lisa gave me all the contact details before, but I can't seem to find them). I have my Curry prepared (very hot and spicey, with extra chillies). I did a seperate pot of it for Aoife, in case ours would blow her head off. I'll write a little more after I collect Sean from work and we have had our meal.
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