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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

Goodness me. It's light a Garth Brooks song outside. Thunder rolling, lightning striking. I had to get up extra early this morning just to calm down the two elderly labradors downstairs. Honey decided the best way to tackle the storm was to bark at it loudly every time it rumbled. Butler decided that shaking and bringing slippers to anyone who walked past was the way to go. Neither of them have managed to calm the storm that's been going on since about 5 o'clock this morning. It's very exciting.

Being back home is a surreal experience, truth be told. It's lovely to be back, and a massive hassle, and very relaxing and confusing and comforting all at the same time. I've still not unpacked but have come to the conclusion that I should never buy anything ever again. I also now realise that you can never have too many bookshelves. I need at least one more in my room so that I can empty the last four boxes that refuse to make room for themselves anywhere in my room.

I've been on the phone to recruitment agencies all morning, and all day yesterday, and went in for interviews and all that kind of thing. I've got a job interview today at 1pm in one of the biggest firms in Dublin, I've got a job if I want it starting tomorrow - scary - and there are three other firms interested in me. Very exciting, you can imagine. I don't want to start anything until I've properly unpacked, but the woman from the agency on the phone last night refused to listen to reason.

Got to go back to quivering dogs now. Just got a text from my sister saying that Kesh is totally wigged out too. How long can thunderstorms last, exactly? This one has been going on for 6 hours already


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