I had to laugh today, I went to the playground with the kids and saw the typical Irish cross dressing going on. Now I don’t mean boys were dressing up as girls or anything like that. No, what I saw looked like all four seasons of the year had crossed each other right there in the playground. Not weather wise, but clothes wise.

There were kids dressed up for the beach with little shorts and t-shirts on, their flip flops off, building castles in the sand pit. Their parents lounging nearby sun bathing, a picnic spread out and drinks close to hand in case of any dehydration problems. Then there were kids with jumpers and tracksuits keeping the wind that was around today at bay. But the kids that  definitely took the biscuits were the poor little feckers with the hoodies and puffa-jackets on, wearing big thick socks and hiking boots on their feet. The mother, wearing her warm winter woolies too hoping to ward off any summer colds that might be doing the rounds. Fuck, I know today wasn’t as warm as other days but for God sake what was going on? The poor kids looked like they were cooking in their clothes. Maybe it was some sick kind of punishment, if you’re bold I’ll sew you into your coat until you boil.(Okay maybe not).

What were my kids wearing? They were the ones in their swimming shorts splashing in the water fountain, fuck it, make hay while the sun shines!

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