My Year of Meaningful (2011)

Right, so Pádraig sends me this email today:
I must email H. this eve. It feels like aaaagggggggeeeees since I have seen or heard from him. Even your blog hardly mentions him now that Alan is getting all your attention!!!

First I laughed, because that's his favorite joke in the world and it will always remind me of the boys back in Ireland, but then second, I thought: OK then, how about another priceless nugget relevant to the Mr., for today?

So this afternoon, his finger is bleeding... something about how he cut himself. He had been eating a doughnut at the time. Something about wiping sugar off his finger and... whatever. So he needs a bandage. I say "go over and get a bandage from Marcus". He does. He comes back and puts it on his finger.

I said: "I knew Marcus would have one. What did I say? I knew he would have one".
And then SOMEONE ELSE IN THE OFFICE goes:

"Did you tell him the part about you cutting your finger on a doughnut?"

Oh how we laughed!

The end.