Went I went to bed, there was only Vicki and myself in the house. This morning it is awash with Irish. There are at least eight of them. It's like a box of Lucky Charms exploded in the house. Where do they all come from?
Well, I know where they come from. They shag like rabbits, the little buggers. Two of them are banging away even as I write this. Tomorrow, no doubt, there'll be 16 of the freckle-faced midgets dancing jigs around the kitchen, making tea.
Oh well, at least they're a charming race (for the most part) and don't take up too much room.