things going bump in the dark.
It is the brother, he has a job to do, up in the north of the island of Ireland. He is getting ready, it is seven in the morning.
Get up, leave the big bedroom.
He is in the big living room, making his porridge, a small bowl.
Talk about the events of the previous night.
Talk and sip coffee.
Irish Instant.
Then the son's alarm sounds, a klaxon honking on a mobile 'phone.
Run over, silence it before it awakens the sister-in-law.
Tell the son to get up, and to wish the brother well on today's ventures.
And then the son comes into the sitting room too, eyes all a-sleepy and blurry, his red hair over his face.
He wishes the brother well, and gives him a hug.
And then the brother leaves
And we go back to bed again.
After looking at the lights of the city of Dublin, and the peninsulate Howth.
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