The Annual Family Shipwreck Picnic
Last Thursday evening we went out for our usual family picnic… Unfortunately, due to various people’s schedules, we didn’t leave the house until well after dark, and by the time we got to our usual picnic spot, the combination of the leftovers of Hurricane George and the generally equinoctial weather was truly a sight to behold…
We almost managed to have our picnic anyway, but frankly, the place smelt like a public toilet, so we reconvened to the kitchen table to enjoy our fish’n chips
Stephen moved up to Dublin on Friday, amid much squee. After I’d handed over my certificates from the year in Germany to Carl, I met up wtih him, and we visited the Papal Cross for a bit, before joining Colin, Mary and a friend of theirs for a tour of the State Apartments in Dublin Castle (as part of the Dublin Culture Night) - it was a lovely tour, although when the guide pointed out that the chaperone’s gallery wasn’t needed when the ballroom was used nowadays, as “we trust our politicians”, a minor fit of giggles engulfed our party
Next stop was some brew-culture, with various Googley types in the Porterhouse, before heading home to bed.
Saturday was time for a visit to Athlone to move some of Stephen’s more useful stuff to Dublin, followed by some gorgeous smoked salmon sushi with various nonado folk, back in Dublin. I was quite surprised at how tasty it was - I’d only ever tried a small piece of someone else’s sushi before, and this was a whole lot better… I’m still never going to get over my “you can’t put something that big into your mouth in one piece!” though
Sunday was a mostly quiet day, including a visit to St Mark’s, and I’m hoping the rest of the week will turn out to be similar…! Yay, oh yay, for holidays.
