There was a time in the not too distant past when there was no ceiling on how well things were going for us. This was something we liked to proclaim in company at every opportunity; “The observatory on the roof terrace will be finished next week, I’m delighted with my new boobs, we close on the Adriatic beach house on Friday, Oisin has been accepted into Harvard and Pat’s off to Florida tomorrow to become Killashee's first space tourist. Oh things couldn’t be better at the moment” This was called one-upmanship.
A few short years however have seen us emerge from this cycle into one of one-downmanship. Now there is no floor on how badly things are going for us. And in keeping with old habits this is something we like to proclaim in company at every opportunity; “A few heavies from Halifax came to the house the other day and filled the Carrera with wet concrete through the sunroof, Louis Copeland issued a repossession order for Pat’s favourite suit, the dentist ambushed Sorcha on the Main Street with an angle grinder looking for her braces back and only yesterday Oisin was caught in the crossfire of a gypsy argument and got turned into a badger. Oh things couldn’t be worse at the moment.”
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