I hate builders, and I hate summer

The bastards had me out of bed at 6am as they were digging up the road outside the house, but I’d no choice but to open the window as my room was stiflingly hot.

Killer eyeballing buildiers
And at the price of God’s Own Migraine, I cancelled my hotel reservation for Paris and booked a hotel for London. I’ll be staying about a kilometre down the road from Heathrow, which suits me perfectly fine.

Mark Grealish

Dashing brigand, handsome rapscallion, father, crazy cat lady and the world's greatest lover and liar, living in Dublin, Ireland.

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