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It seemed like a good idea to go to the Bay restaurant in Clontarf for breakfast, to clear the tired heads while still being on a little bit of a holiday roll. It wasn't a good idea at all, as it happened. The place is way too pricey, and will never be visited again (13 euro 95 for a not particularly good Eggs Benedict is just crazy). As an added insult, the Bloody Mary which was listed on the menu and seemed as good an idea as going there had been to begin with: the Bloody Mary wasn't available, because "we're not serving alcohol at the moment". Whether 'at the moment' meant that morning, or this week or what, we have no clue, and the waitress wasn't at all impressed when we asked why it was listed on the menu if it wasn't available.

Adding insult to injury was the fact that the weather was weird. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, it was ridiculously mild for this time of year: this is not what you want to come back to after two weeks in the south of France in late September. Somehow, we felt cheated because it wasn't at least dull and cloudy.

Anyway, I dropped Carl over to his side of the city after our disappointing breakfast experience, we parted there after a cup of coffee (even the tea in Bay had been no great shakes), and I returned home. The rest of the day was devoted to pure laziness: a bit of a catch-up with the Ryder Cup, lots of lying down in bed, and equally lots of reading. It was as if suddenly, things had caught up and the after-effects of all the hectic toing and froing and the mad schedule on the day of the wedding in Sitges hit in.