Tommy Collison

This morning, John arrived home for Christmas. I decided to join Mom and Dad in going to collect him, joking that good brothers came and met their siblings from the airport when they came to visit, because when I had gone to visit John and Patrick in Boston, neither of them had been able to come and meet me from Logan Airport. Not that it had been a problem, because I was able to fetch public transport into the city to meet them.

So, yesterday morning, I woke up at 5:20 AM to make the journey out to Shannon Airport with Mom and Dad. We’d subscribed to e-mail updates from flight EI 132, and I checked my e-mail en route to see that the flight had been delayed until 6:40 AM. The junior to the report was interesting because we saw a truck that had entered a roundabout too quickly, hadn’t been able to stop, and ended up ploughing onto the grassy verge.

The weather really has been crazy over the past few days, and this morning we had freezing fog that put the visibility down to terrible standards. eventually, we got to Shannon Airport, and met John, who arrived in about 6:50 AM. while I was waiting, I read a bit of a health magazine from the Irish Times, which really is a fantastic magazine; Adam Brophy’s column “It’s a Dad Life”, is fantastic. This week, he was talking about his dog, which had given birth the three puppies. What seems like an everyday occurrence is transformed into a very entertaining read purely by his vivid descriptions and engaging writing style. These are the sorts of writers I aspire to.

Right now, John’s catching “40 winks” on the couch, while I sit at the kitchen table writing this. Patrick doesn’t arrive for another few days, at which point, the Collison’s Christmas Reunion 2009 can actually begin. :)

On that note, can anyone actually believe that it’s almost 2010? Like, it’s a decade since the turn of the millennium, which I remember. Wow.

- Written at 13:42, 22/12/09