Me and the girls emptied our Bisto tins and fecked off with our running away money…just for the weekend to Liverpool, we came back  like. ( We always come back…well, most of us, but that’s another story altogether)  I couldn’t wait to get away from everything; me ma, the kids, even Jimmy.  As usual, we booked the early morning flight,  but I was bloody knackered before I even got there.

• Wake up Bernie, we’re here.
• Jesus that was quick, I only fastened me seat belt five minutes ago.
• Twenty actually.
• I cant believe I fell asleep. Was I snoring?
• You woke the pilot you were so loud.
• Feck off you.
• What has you so tired anyway?
• Three hours sleep and a ride before the 4am alarm
• Jesus, too much information Bernie.
• Sorry hon, but I couldn’t let Jimmy go the whole weekend without a bit of how’s your father could I.
• How do you do it Bernie?
• I’ll draw you a diagram later hon.
• You’re alright I think I remember how do do it…well vaguely.
• Jaysis, has it been that long Pauline?
• Shush Bernie, no need to tell the whole plane.
• Calm down love, jesus now I know why you’re so uptight.
• Excuse me?
• Ehh, I’m only joking, now come on and grab them bags from the overhead locker, I’m gasping for a drink.
• Well I tried waking you when the drinks trolley came around, but you wouldn’t budge.
• You mean you actually had time for a drink?
• There’s always time for a drink Bernie…even on a twenty minute flight.
• Well hurry up, I obviously need to catch up with you lot then….come on girls…woop woop…

I love a Liverpool weekender, and I love me pals even more.

I told you we came back 😉