Friday, 30 January 2015

Friday, last workday Dublin

The south circular road roar, it is late. Early to bed and late to rise...
the old has gone, that is the main thing.

Breakfast, there is another tenant there, young woman, very quiet.
Cereal and orange juice, sausages and rahers, an egg and a tomato.
Same as yesterday.
Girl leaves, speaks a slow English to Mairead, needs to find a post office
goes.

Mairead chats, the girl turned up last night, her original bed and breakfast had defaulted. She would not normally let them in, she says, but she was so wet and cold in the snow.

Girl returns, pays her dues, leaves.

Upstairs to the shower and

This here

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