The Thing About December

Some of them had been at the funeral but thought it would be nice to have another go at shaking his hand and telling him he was after getting an awful time of it, and he was to call up any time, any time at all, they were always at home. Their door was always open. He’d like to see their faces if he actually strolled in through their door. Hello! Here I am, as invited! I’ll ate me dinner now and have a cut of tart after it and a couple of bottles of stout and maybe have a good feel of that young lady over there, is that yer daughter, bejaysus she’s a fine girl now, and I’ll be on my way again! Woo-hoo! They’d have a hairy conniption if he as much as set foot in their yards. Why did people go around saying things they didn’t mean?