Yeah, no, the tree has to be somehow gotten rid of once Christmas is over and that challenge gets horder and horder with every passing year. So after, like, mulling it over in my mind for a week, I whip out my phone and I ring Ronan.anything yet?”I’m there, “Why would you think that?”I’m there, “I was actually ringing to wish you a belated Happy New Year. But since you were the one who brought it up–”“What about your mate?” I go.
He throws the thing into the back of the van, takes the two hundred snots, then off he focks. I go back inside, hoover up the pine needles, then I wait for Sorcha to arrive home to give me a pat on the back and maybe even an ‘attaboy’.And I’m there, “I keep my promises, Sorcha,” which I don’t, but she doesn’t pull me up on it.
I’m there, “No, I took it to – believe it or not – St Michael’s College. They’re running, like, a whole recycling operation this year,” and I silently curse myself for giving them credit that they don’t deserve. That’s when Sorcha calls me. She’s, like, going through the decorations and she’s there, “Ross, where’s the one that my mom and dad bought us for Christmas?”She goes, “They had a photograph of me, you, Honor and the boys put on to a bauble.”“Yes,” she goes, “and it’s not here! You must have left it on the tree.”She suddenly offers me an unexpected way out, though.
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