The day Diarmuid came for a visit

with his dog.
The cat was absolutely thrilled to have a new friend in the house... 

Today was also the day when I bumped into Jeano on George's Street. She had totally earned her bag of chips from the Miami Cafe after an energetic bodhran class in the library. A chat ensued as the chips were slowly but irremediably cooling down in their brown paper bag. I put her out of her misery and got back on my bike in search of fragrant cheese for Pierre this evening. He was the other visitor. In addition to Diarmuid. And the dreaded dog.