Goodness. A very fast-talking American girl just rang the doorbell and tried to sell me €190 worth of makeup. Even if I wore makeup I wouldn't be tempted, in part because their showpiece was a bunch of lipglosses (lovelycolorsandthey'llevenplumpyourlips!
Also, I think if I were selling makeup I'd do a better job on my own, as her eyeliner was not straight and was too black, her lashes were too heavily done and stick-like, and the rest of her face was entirely neutral in color. I'd also do something more with my hair than have it scraped back in a ponytail.
Everybody's a critic, eh? :)
Oh, God. The car started overheating while Geni and Kevin were here, and when we drove it the mile from our house to the train station last week it really started overheating, so Ted brought it to a mechanic today, and the head gasket's blown. There's absolutely nothing we did wrong, the mechanic said, it's just that sometimes that happens. And it'd cost a thousand euro to fix. Not only do we not *have* a thousand euro, but the only reason to get it fixed anyway would be to sell it, and who the hell knows what we'd sell it for. Not as much as we'd have put into it, with the cost of purchase, insurance, and fixing a blown head gasket.
Apparently we need to find a salvage yard. Anybody know of one around Cork?