Sunday Morning

We were all surprisingly well as we tucked into the full Irish, though I’m not sure that tales of colonic irrigation was the best accompaniment. And Nic arrived to ferry us and Jaybroek (who’d been sleeping on his kids’ trampoline) off to the airport via the scenic route, sparing us a re-run of Paul the taxi-man’s prejudices. And time for a large coffee and chocolate muffin before the flight home. And Jaybroek and myself got a lift back into town – how kind some people are. Meanwhile poor Mr Smith updated us by text on the cost of parking his car since the previous morning. The small sum of £91.50. That could have paid for another three in the B&B – well, if we had that many friends. Friends who take top class blips, I mean.