You'd have to feel sorry for the wife. She spends half an hour preparing Val's dinner every day....only to not even get a thank you for her efforts, just Val blowing off for the rest of the night while he's giving out about the news.
'Cavan On My Mind' would be a good album title for Irish Country & Western music, if I may be so bold as to call it music, and I suppose I must. Not for me to decide what is music or not.
Cavan. Maybe it is a state of mind rather than a place which is why I can't picture it. Like a sort of Waterford without the excitement factor.
Val has tried his hand at poetry and engineering recently. What next... Impressionist art perhaps?
He should combine the two and hit himself on the hand with the hammer rhythmically while swearing using alliteration and assonance.
If he doesn't fancy that he can make some tea and toast and stare out the window.