The pointy finger thing

Mrs Raheny giving her best pointy finger threat to a not-all-that-impressed-but-a-little-bit-and-very-temporarily-sheepish Luca, while Mimi gets a head start in the suck-on-that-straw-as-if-your-life-depended-on-it contest.

Ahhhh, to be that young and enthusiastic again... We took them to Donaghmede shopping center for a crisps and fizzy orange threat. And a threat it was too, they were remarkably excited. One does not normally get excited in Donaghmede shopping center unless one wears white Lacoste sneakers, sports a few sovereign rings and has just found out that Anto is having a pre-Christmas promotion on a few sachets of barely cut stuff in the first floor jacks of this retail emporium...
Finnzy-Bob meanwhile was competing in his own category and was not distracted by any sort of sibling rivalry. He polished off his bag of cheese and onion Kings and bottle of blackcurrant Fruit Shoot in record time.


Thanks a mil for all your comments and subscriptions and general displays of enthusiasm for what is after all a North Dublin photographic journal. It gives a nice warm feeling and I'll recall it with fondness as I gradually climb back down the Podium of Vanities. You are very special bunch indeed!*

* in the flattering acceptation of the term. Not as in Jon Bon Jovi is "special"