Hardy little lads

It's not a few snow flakes or the odd blast of horizontal sleet that's going to prevent them from going for a walk between Salthill and Seapoint.
It has to be said that the risk of cabin fever was very high.
I was worried for the cabin. They had started to feverishly and systematically destroy it by 11 am.
So I took the brothers of the soon-to-be-birthday-girl for a walk in the sleet.
I got off lightly.
Because the soon-to-be-birthday-girl was mostly a major-pain-in-the-arse-diva today.

In other slightly sinister news, Luca seems to be turning into a fervent Jon Bon Jovi fan .
I blame it on Spotify. Their should be some sort on parental control to prevent innocent kids from being exposed to audio pornography.
Now I'm going to bed with You Give Love a Bad Name playing in a loop in my poor tormented head.