Tired

Walking, drinking, eating, messing about and laughing in Dublin is knackering three days in a row (see Exhibit A, "eye bags", above right) so I left Dave to have a wee lie in while I read the Irish Sunday papers. It's addictive reading broadsheets in a different country but after some initial fascination I soon had my fill of articles about the UVF, IRA and their links to extortion, drugs money and protection rackets for personal benefit and to fund personal lifestyles.

Ach but there's so much more to be positive about the place though. So with Dave tempted by a full irish breakfast it was off out and walking and gawping for another day in Dublin. From Trinity College, to the Castle, to coming over all superhero by rushing to help folks that had fallen over, to the bells of St Patrick's Cathedral, to cake alfesco and that U2 hotel, "boneo's hotel" as wel liked to call it, to murals and photographs and a regrettable visit to the waxworks museum (they should melt it...) to catching a couple of drinks watching the end of the All Ireland Hurling Final in the pub (alongside Colin Farrel's brother...maybe....), we were on the go all day and it was all good!

We ended up all glazed eyed, knackered and grubby looking in a really nice but wee bit posh restaurant by accident. Next to glamourous gals and suited champagne quaffers, we could only afford a main meal and glass of wine each, and despite the food being mighty tasty and making an allegience with a Scottish Waiter, we ran out giggling in our scruffy get up relieved to be free of the hoitytoityness. Sunday night, tired but happy.