Just back from a lovely Sligo babymoon. This one featured a pot head in the bed beside us every night singing songs and even dancing in the dark into the wee hours, blackouts on the massage table, sunsets over Rosses Point with the Snow Leopard's stools, D's first swim (and her second pair of shoes), visiting Queen Maebh's grave, borrowed t-cloths for bibs, multiple bumps on an auto phobic Yaris beaten repeatedly by the same stationary obstacle, the tireless search for pencil lead, D unlearning physics with the wonky ball, Elfie's estate, blue murder over spilt Cidona, Sunbear as daddys, Sideways O's, magic cream samples, spuds and croissants for breakfast and introducing Leopard Cohen. The highlight was definitely bumping into Mary Mcaleese and her entourage at a motorway coffee place outside Carrick on Shannon. I don't think she was canvassing - I think she was just thirsty. The place was full of bajillions of dislocated taigs from all over northern Ireland escaping the 12th of July Orange marches. I'll post some pictures later. In the meantime..... dropped D.
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