St Patrick's Day everyone
I won't go as far as qualifying it as 'happy'. It was... erm... different.
With cabin fever kicking in as you can see here.
On the plus side, there was a mouse in the trap in Mimi/Finn's bedroom, so we have one more dinner sorted without having to visit a supermarket filled to the rafters with viral nastiness.
Actually we did escape the cabin for a two hour walk in the Dublin Mountains.
When we came back I introduced Mimi to the delights of crunching data in Excel. She is a natural. We are projecting what's in store for Ireland based on the Chinese, Korean, Italian and Spanish stats published daily in the W.H.O. situation reports. They are a goldmine of information, without the emotional spin that the journos slap unto it. She can now calculate a percentage change between two cells in the blink of an eye.
Then I went for my daily swim at the end of the west pier. It is way too packed at the 40 Foot. They have the flair for social distancing of a colony of penguins at the height of the mating season...