on sunday night, the garda came to my house. i was already in my jammers and gerry had left, so basically i was in bed, and my housemate was clearly not answering the door.
i went downstairs, cause this as a serious knock, and through the window i saw a reflective jacket... the kind the garda (however it's spelled) were.
i opened the door, and the dude's like: is fineggan (well, i don't actually remember the name, but recognised it as one of my housemate's... that being said, i thought it was the housemate that moved out) and i said that he doesn't live here anymore, so then the garda was like, where did he go? of course i'm thinking, feck, i barely live here, how would i know, but instead i got the other housemate who then said he's not here. which is about when i realised we were talking about two different people. so, my housemate, who is from poland, and apparently thinks it's in his best interest to not be very helpful to the police, was like, i don't know, yes we're sorta friends, etc. the garda then left, and i started to freak.
the point of this? my housemate (the one i've never met) is wanted by the police. who knows why.
AS AN ASIDE
when i told gerry about never seeing coal before, he was like, oh, we also burn sod. so ang, it's funny that you mentioned that.
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