It always happens in the same sequence, just as I'm fine again about where we live, and resigned to staying there for another while because it makes sense, I end up meeting Ciara and Carole for a walk along the sea in Greystones followed by coffee in the Happy Pear, and again I'm restless and haunted, hating my house and dreaming of moving. We will, and not too far in the future, but sometimes I feel like a child a week before christmas... How much longer, how much longer?
Well, wouldn't you be?
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