RL with Ireland/Brigid | Backdated to... a month and a few weeks ago, I think?

[torn_betweentwo]

[Welp.... Once again, he had found himself roped into another trip south of the border to visit his sister. It was strange how her getting knocked up suddenly had him visiting more in the last nine months than he had between 1970 and 2000. He traveled the familiar roads to her Waterford house. Despite the long drive, it was actually still daylight when arrived. Wide awake, he grabbed his bags from the passenger seat, stuffed his mobile in his pocket, and walked up to the front door. He knocked twice before opening the door to let himself in.]

Brigid? Where are you?

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[torn-betweentwo.livejournal.com]

You should have waited for me... but that's neither here nor there anymore. [siiiiiiiiiigh oh well] Right then, what d'you want me to do first?

[pledged_to_me]

Oh goodness, 'tisn't as though I'm incapable of doin' things. [Sorry kiddo, and she hands him one of those extendable dusters that can reach really high] Be sweepin' out the cobwebs in the corners for me? And dustin' up high, 'twould be a fine help.

[torn-betweentwo.livejournal.com]

I know that. [He takes the duster and salutes her.] Yes ma'am.

[And so he gets to work. What he can't reach, even with the help of the duster, he pulls up a chair and stands on it. (Did I mention he took off his shoes on entering? No? Well, he did. So now I did mention it.)]

[pledged_to_me]

Be sure to be gettin' the ceilin' fans, pretty sure there's a small colony of dust bunnies up there. [She starts humming cheerfully, little snatches of songs from Black Velvet Band to Castle of Arianrhode to Cad E Sin Don Te Sin.] 'Thinkin' 'bout cleanin' out the fridge and remakin' all the beds, but not sure if I will. What are you thinkin'?

[torn-betweentwo.livejournal.com]

Well, we can't have that. I'll get 'em cleared out shortly. Don't you be worryin' about the fridge or beds. I can help you with the fridge before dinner. The beds can wait 'til mornin', can't they?

[pledged_to_me]

[She had to ignore that small voice in the back of her head that was screaming in outrage that of course the beds couldn't wait EVERYTHING MUST BE CLEAN because really, it was a silly place voice. So she nodded instead] Aye, supposin' they can. Just wantin' to be gettin' everythin' out of the way while I can. Thinkin' I've a load of laundry I can be doin' instead. [Is that another groan and a wince, oh yes it is.]

[torn-betweentwo.livejournal.com]

[Groan and wince? Oh god. Not good. He turns his head her way, burying any trace of nervousness. He left his booze and bad thoughts at home for a reason, damn it.] ...Are you alright?

[pledged_to_me]

[Grins at him, though its a little pained] Aye, 'tis fine I am. Just me back botherin' me again. Been doin' that almost from the start, just worse for the past month or so.

[torn-betweentwo.livejournal.com]

[He visibly relaxes a little.] Sure it's just yer back? Still, why not make yerself a cuppa tea? Relax a moment, then that laundry.

[pledged_to_me]

[She nods, rubbing at her back] Aye, 'tis well used I am to that twinge. And nay, if I was sittin' down every time me back was botherin' me I'd never be standin' up. I'll take care of the laundry first, then I'll be makin' us both some tea.