• MAAAAAAAA
• What are you shouting for Koko?
• Did you see my fur lined leggings anywhere?
• They’re probably on your floordrobe with the rest of your clothes.
• They’re not, I looked.
• How you can find anything in that pigsty of a room is beyond me.
• Its not a pigsty. I know where everything is.
• Not your furry leggings, you don’t.
• You must have moved them.
• I moved nothing. I’d be taking my life into my own hands going into that room. When did you wear them last?
• Around March maybe.
• Did you check your wash basket?
• My what?
• Your…oh forget it. If they’re in there since March, they’ll walk out on their own soon. Why do you want them now anyway?
• Me and the girls have a table booked down the pub for dinner and drinks.
• Dublin pubs are on lockdown, did you forget? You can only eat and drink outside.
• Yeah, I know.
• Are you mad? It’s freezing out, and you’re going to sit outside the pub on the path eating your dinner, for every passerby to see.
• That’s why I want me furry leggings, and I don’t care who sees me.
• You’d need your thermal undies and a hot water bottle sitting out in that.
• Great idea, thanks ma. It’s BYOB as well.
• They’re letting you bring your own drink?
• No, don’t be silly ma, jaysis sure they’re making little enough money as it is without us bringing our own booze.
• BYOB? That means bring your own bottle, or it did in my day anyway.
• It means, bring your own blanket, ma.
• You’re having me on. Have they no outdoor heaters?
• I’m sure they have, but a blanket won’t do any harm either.
• You’re fecking mad.
• Well, as da says; I didn’t lick it off a stone, ma.
• Are you that desperate to go to the pub, Koko?
• Yeah, it beats sitting in. I’m fed up sitting in.
• Rather you than me.
• It’ll be great craic. Here, where’s that hot water bottle you were talking about?

What the hell is coming next?