Days Three, Four and Five.....total write off....

It was always going to go wrong at the weekend. It was a boring day in work. I was giving two lads a lift and one of them wasn't hurrying himself like I asked, which meant we left at 16:05 rather than 16:00, which may sound insignificant, however, Dublin traffic on a Friday is crazy all day but with every passing minute after 16:00 hours it gets progressively worse. So leaving 5 minutes later is actually quite significant.


I didn't get to Maynooth until 17:30, which would have been more like 17:10 if I had those extra 5 minutes. However, I got a Subway (Italian BMT...yum...drool) on the way, which made my lateness a little more bearable. However, I broke my promise to only eat healthy food for Lent. (I like to do things big style, I gave up swearing and everything that is bad for me except for caffeine.) Fail. I'll hope back on the wagon, it's grand.


So, then I packed bags in aid of the Peamount fund for the women's team to go to Europe until about 20:30. So then I was kind of tired and had a few slips but all in all it was only about 9 swears for the day.


Saturday, back bag packing again. 11:00 until about 17:00, then the Man United and Ireland matches. Much swearing (thanks to one, rather sick, but hilarious, mini pea!). Much eating of junk food (thanks to the same pea, the temptation of packing snacks into shopping bags all day and, general tiredness). I proceeded to fall asleep for several hours on my Elephant Bear.


Sunday. Waiting 45 minutes for a bus in the slight cold. I hate pleblic transport. A small child waved at me. Her minder had just filled her bottle half-full with Powerade. Dangerous move. A man asked me when the bus was coming. My Mum always tells me I'm not approachable, apparently the general public does not roll with this view, much to my annoyance. The peasant wagon was full and stuffy. Several swears rolled through my mind that I did not vocalize, so they don't count.


I met the college-mate, American and Pole, had some unremarkable food and a beer then sauntered off to the Jameson factory. A bad tour and a free whiskey later and we were on our way to PYG to pay €5 to be branded with their stamp and get 40% off our drinks. The rest was a spiraling free fall of swearing, drinking and playing our own 5 question version of "All Star Mr and Mrs". Another Subway and another bogger buggy and I was home. Intoxicated, singing to myself and after jogging home (!!). 

Day One...too many pancakes

My stomach is still full from the marshmallow, chocolate and chocolate spread pancake indulgence of the night before and then a disgusting church louse (some, most, people call these woodlice, but my Mum is from Galway and we have always been the weird kids that say church lice) anyway, the little bugger crosses my path in the kitchen first thing in the morning. Ordinarly, a chorus of swearing would greet the creature as I sweep it up and throw it outside. I keep quiet and my stomach lurches as I get rid of the wriggly, crunchy...thing. Yuck. Lent is upon me. I take this as my opportunity to give up swearing. Apparently I have the mouth of a sailor, swearing every few words. So now I must actively listen to myself speak and be aware of my curses.

I have already noticed the number of times my colleagues swear. I'm not sure whether my shock sensitivity has just been heightened or whether I'm just up on my high horse, but I am realising how vulgar it sounds.

Oh but I miss it... There is nothing like a good appropriate swear in some circumstances. I have such a colourful vocabulary of swears in my repertoire too. I might have to write them down before I forget the sheer capacity of different offensive words that I will now erradicate from my every day language. They will be perfectly acceptable for use with any reference to football after these 40 days.

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46 days?!! I just spoke to my sister (who is giving up chocolate in it's solid form, so she can continue to drink hot chocolate and the odd chocolate milkshake, because she doesn't really drink tea and she likes something hot...apparently) Lent, this year, is 46 days. shocking. This could be harder than I thought.

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7 swears for the day, that I noticed, including one massive F*** at the top of my voice. Ooops. I gave up junk food too, that's a breeze.