The fact is, I know you won’t get a job. You plan to run back to the family you abandoned 25 years ago when it gets to the stage I kick you out. What you don’t know is I plan to contact them and tell them everything you haven’t done since forcing your way into my life. No job, nothing and they can come from Ireland to collect you if they care because otherwise, you’ll be out on the street with a plastic bag and cobwebs in your pocket.