Primal, it was a bloody tragedy, not getting to meet you. That was supposed to be one of the highlights of the trip. I think I may just have to go back to Dublin next year too, at which time we shall get another shot at it. I shall begin saving my spondulas now. You’re right, Dublin is helluva expensive. I love the place though.

Eolai, don’t you dare feel guilty – I took down the number with a lip liner in my wee black book but when I went hunting for it couldn’t find it again. You are in no way responsible for my heinous drunken loserness. As it happens I found my book in my duffel coat pocket on the way back but when I looked at the lipliner number it was all smudged and hadn’t really been written down under my best number-writing conditions. You did your best, my hairy chum. It was rather a brilliant weekend though, wasn’t it.

Deb, cheers! And likewise, it was a pleasure – hope to see you next time!

Jenpen, I returned to a lovely card from you – thank you so much for the Granny Marthas for the girls! They wore them to school and are taking them on Monday for “sharing-time”. It was so thoughtful of you. “I love Jenny” was what the wee one said.

birchy, I would if I could remember half of it, darlin’. Next year you’re coming though, right? Right!!

Kim, I’m only now starting to feel life return to my liver, dear Kim. By the time I poured myself back onto the plane you could have sliced me up, put me on a sarnie and called me a pickle garnish.

Manuel, I was an eating drinking beastroid all weekend. So much fried food, so few Rennies.

Brianf, a likely story. I’m picturing you in top hat and cane as I type. You’re dancing like its 1999, baby!

Honey, thanks – I’ve been over to yours to have a catch up. How’re you feeling, more like? You’ve been through the wars, missus, and no mistake. x

I am glad to read you make it home. Do not worry about the weight increase. Jesus loves a fat bird!