Bad Uncle

So, it turns out I’m a bad uncle. This weekend was my only nephew’s 4th birthday and there was a party for him down in Wexford where my brother and sister-in-law live.

The aim was to make the drive down from Longford on the day and get down there for about 3 O’Clock. To do that I would have needed to leave at about 10am though, as I would have needed to stop into Dublin to collect Gaia from Clontarf. Foolishly I didn’t get to sleep till about 4am on Saturday morning, and by the time I got up and sorted my shit out it was already about 1.30pm.

So I wussed out and missed calling over to see them. If you ever come across this post Robert. I’m sorry. Bad Uncle No.1

(Of course, his other uncle, Andrew wasn’t their either, but his excuse of being in Thailand, or India, or China, wherever he is, was much better than mine..)