Nine Feet Underground

Late start to Saturday as sleep was in short supply last night. Too muggy. There are plans for today, but only vague ones. A trip to the post office to return some JL items. Noticed the new Thai restaurant has opened. One for another day. Now we're home it's time to assemble a couple of shelve units so we can sort out Q's shed contents. Job complete it's now time for some lunch.  There's stuff for the bin and stuff for the tip.  Can life get any more exciting than this? (Answers on a postcard, please) Q made me a nice lunch and out next job will be cutting the grass. I am the cutter (cue Echo & The Bunnymen). I'm now indulging in some activity or other related to things that fly, whilst also watching Glastonbury (the rather wonderful Jockstrap). In parallel, Q makes a nice chicken and lardon pasta salad with mango and passion fruit. Very yummy. There's only one thing that can follow... Jockstrap / 'Concrete Over Water' / ' We Love You Jennife...

It's been a while.  Since I last published a blog and since a wrote a multi-day blog post. I shall do my best to capture the essence of these four days, most of which were spent in Dublin. Let's start on Saturday, which began like any normal Saturday at home, with a trip to the shops and bread stall. After that things changed.  Time to finish packing and drive to Q's house in Liverpool, for a brief stop before Q and I head to John Lennon International for a short hop (I Flatley deny it!) to Dublin. Q's mum and daughter drove us to the airport and our break is really under way. Q and I grabbed some food at the airport as by the time we get to our hotel they'll probably have stopped taking food orders. As we queue to board our plan, I'm starting get worried that it may be overloaded. The amount of botox and filler sported by a large bunch of Liverpool lasses who must be going away for the pre-Christmas craic may just tip the balance.  I think they may also be carr...