I’m back from Ireland.
Jessica and I went up to Galway for a few days. We stayed with my friend Daria, who I hadn’t seen in about ten years. We had plenty of catching up to do.
We made it back to Cobh in time to catch one last session at The Roaring Donkey and then it was time to wing our way back to Brighton.
The journey was mercifully uneventful, which is just the way I like it, and I am now ensconced in my little Brightonian flat, sitting in front of my iMac, browsing the web to see what I’ve been missing while I was away.
I won’t bother unpacking my suitcase. On Sunday, Jessica and I are flying to Arizona for a couple of weeks.
I hardly have time to stop and reflect on my Christmas in Ireland.