So there I was...

... lying in the bed at 12 noon vaguely thinking about getting up but really wondering if it would be too cheeky to let a roar out to Mam and see if she’d bring me up some tea. I never really know what to do with my Sundays. When I’m not at work I rarely venture past the couch where I snuggle up under my duvet, scoff chocolate and watch the Corrie omnibus. That brings me up to 5pm. I’ll then have some dinner and settle back down again to watch Come Dine with Me on More 4. By the time that’s over it’s almost 7.30pm, so its time for more tea and then I think about going to bed.
Today, though, was different. So there I was, like I said, lying in the bed thinking of little more than tea when Mam comes in with some brochures in her hand. She wades through the wasteland that is my bedroom kicking reams of clothes, books and magazines out of her way, though carefully side stepping my new Bobbi Brown eye shadow palette (God, I really should put that out of harms way – I love it and it wasn’t cheap!) I lazily glance at the glossy brochures that she has thrown on my bed. All show houses in the Kilkenny /Carlow area. Damn. Damn. Damn! This Sunday will be taken up looking at show houses. And judging by Mam’s rig out she’s coming with me. I haven’t the heart to tell my mother that I have no intention of moving out. Reluctantly I drag myself out of the bed and give a weak smile.

Aaaaghhh....

Its Saturday night and a combination of a head cold and a lost laser card have kept me indoors. Not much on the telly of a Saturday night. The X- Factor lost its own x factor about three seasons ago and Casualty isn't up to much of late either. I see that Ryan Tubridy, smarmy git that he is, is back tonight with his own unique blend of bullshit.
God, I cannot cherish him. Once upon a time- on The Full Irish, he was actually quite funny and that made me overlook his ugliness. The fact that The Full Irish was on the radio also helped a lot in that regard. These days he laughs at his own jokes (someone has to) and salivates over his female guests. But it’s that or TV3 so I'm watching him.

julesjewles. . .

Terrible name. Grammatically incorrect.  I'm acutely aware. Thank you.

I'm blaming the Greens...

Oh No! It's not my fault that I'm 28 and still living at home. The Green party’s first major initiative in government could spell disaster for my plans (if I had any) to finally get away from my parents and buy my own home. All new houses and apartments built from next July will have to use solar panels or wood pellet stoves. Apparently it’s all part of a drive to cut carbon monoxide emissions by 40%. All well and good but how much will this cost? A whopping 15,000euro on top what we’re already expected to pay for a house.

So this is the thanks I get for voting Green this year – I even felt sorry for the much maligned deputy leader Mary White when some thugs burnt out a car in her front yard. ‘’Poor Mary’’, I thought. ‘‘I’ll give her my vote – she could do with some cheering up and the extra salary might buy her a decent suit.’’

The additional 15,000euro may not bother some people but it’s not like I’m not already struggling to clamour together the funds for a deposit as it is. Am I destined to live with Mam and Dad forever? Will I Perpetually live like a teenager even though I’m nearly thirty? Perhaps not. Tom Parlon from the Construction Industry Federation says we don’t even have the technical capacity to implement this new energy plan anyway. Good ole inefficient Ireland. I reckon we’re all safe for another couple of years on this one. Hurrah!