Of What Goes Around Comes Around

I laughed early this morning. I met an Earlybird swimmer in the car park. He had just been for a run along the edge of Lough Neagh. He told me that my ears must have been burning yesterday because the chatter amongst the Earlybird swimmers as they waited to get in the pool was mighty. He said it went something like this "Aye yee know that boyee is some boyee, never at home at the weekend but always away gallivanting somewhere. Yee know he's in Geneva this weekend staying with a Venezuelan boy he's not seen in 20 years. Next week he's in London at the Opera and latter this month he's in Red Square for the Moscow Parade. Some boy that boy. Oh and yee know he's got four hens but only one of them is laying any eggs?" Oh the local tittle tattle. There's nothing like it.