I'm going to keep this post short, mainly because I don't want to be a bore, but also because my attention span over the last seven days has been pitiful.
In fact, the only Ramsay Street moment I can remember irking me this week was when Susan suggested to Zeke that they play the music of Sinead O'Connor and Enya at his Irish-themed birthday bash. A women who sings about her dead mother, and the emitter of possibly the most boring sound of all time. Oh yeah, that's bound to get everyone in the party spirit.
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