I’d say there’s a better chance that she might adopt you. You’re dead right to hire decent representation before Tina gets her act together. Forget about the kids.
The important thing when there’s money involved is who gets custody of the solicitor. My Conor found out I was having an affair three years ago, but it was with the best divorce lawyer in Cork so there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. It ended when he asked would I be up for a threesome. I said no, because I’m not from Kinsale.
That sounds like the Ploughing Championships. It’s an annual festival, where people from rural Ireland gather in their expensive 4x4s and complain that they haven’t got a shilling. It’s basically Electric Picnic without the quinoa.
They have loads of stands, showcasing things that appeal to culchies.
So it’s not a great place if you are in the market for a bit of soap. You should have called in for a few hours, Philippe. There would have been no problem with the mud. Once word got around there was a fella from Brussels on site, the farmers would be queuing up to lick your boots.
I didn’t know it was for sale. I know your pain. My posh cousin is terrified that her boys will grow up in delusions of grandeur. Mainly because she called them William and Harry and changed the name of their house to Windsoria.
Anyway she signed them up to do a bit of collecting for the poor, only to find they were assigned a spot on North Main Street. That’s Downtown Norryville according to my cousin. She pulled a few strings and got them moved somewhere more appropriate. That’s why you’ll see two young fellas in high-viz jackets just inside the door of Brown Thomas.
According to a number of surveys, the Danes are the happiest people in the world. Which is amazing when you think about it, because they’re not even from Cork.
Hygge, pronounced hue-gah, is a posh word for cosy. I just finished the book, it mainly involves eating cakes every night by candlelight. Try it if you like. But instead of using the word hygge in Castletownbere, they’ll say “Chryst lads, would you look at the size of Ger?”
I’d be nervous about a Ballincollig man who isn’t after a spot of compo. You’re as unique as a Kilmallock man with his own tooth brush. Let me explain how fruit works. You’re not supposed to eat it.
The only reason Irish people buy fruit is so the checkout guy won’t think you are a complete lardarse for buying 11 frozen pizzas.
When you get home, throw it in the bin. The general refuse one obviously, because the walk out to the compost bin is too much like exercise.