Back to the Big Smoke

As you may be able to tell from the exif data, all the rice from all the paddy fields in Kerry (there surely is enough rainfall for a vibrant rice agriculture inland from Tralee) was not enough to produce an Easter miracle. 
I think that the technical term to describe the present (and forever after) state  of the Olympus is truly fucked. Not just the body but the pancake lens also. 
Pah well, no one died. 
I am now back in the Fair City. 
The trip from Nana's to the train station was a good bit more stressful than usual. 
I hate vintage tractors rallies. 
I hate blinking petrol gauge warnings. 

Thankfully it is a shortish week ahead of me. 
I'll just have to cram in the equivalent of a full week's work into those few days...