I’ve made the front page of the Wall Street Journal and I’ve remembered to bring my Dunnes voucher to do the big shop so it’s been an all-round day of financial success.
Here I am tweeting away carefully researched journalism, facts and packages for years and all along what you actually would all like is just photos of cats in a bath. Fair enough
My parents bought a 3 bed house in the 80s in Sydney on a factory worker and shop assistant's wage.
They don't understand how I went to uni but can't buy a house and genuinely suspect it's due to my Deliveroo account.
There were people yelling “go back to where you came from” tonight but as I walked down Fleet Street there was also an Irish man ushering a woman with a headscarf along saying “I don’t want you to walk alone, I don’t want to you to be a target.” He had just met her.
To be an Irish country town you must have:
- more pharmacies than people
- 3 craft shops
- a shoe shop that only people aged 40+ shop at
- one ‘good’ pub
- one ‘dodgy’pub
- hair salon with pun name “curl up and dye”
- boutique selling rich mum scarves
For those of you dm’ing to see if it’s your missing cat, I’m sorry but this cat has returned to her owner. But I hope yours will be back soon after a short adventure in a strangers bath.
This is now an everyday thing. Turns out she comes in the window to the lick the water after we shower - she’s just thirsty. Anyway she has her own water bowl in our house now