You'll be grand, baby
Not unlike chihuahuas, baby grand pianos need their padded winter coats to feel cosy.
So Mike and I did Cork. On a flash visit. I'll try and sort out photos when I am a bit less knackered. Today we were back in Dublin and I took him to the National Gallery. Which is national. And great. And free (and we both agreed that more countries should make the national treasures available for free).
And we had two last pints of Guinness in a real pub (the Windjammer) and we said goodbye. Until the next time.
Which hopefully won't be in 13 years' time...