We had a lot of fun with this sign. Waiting at the airport arrivals Princess C-W and I had several little old ladies get all excited when they spotted it. Several times we had to say 'Sorry, wrong Granma'.
Afterwards we realised we should have done a poll and taken home the one offering the best presents. D'oh!!
(don't you love the skirt Pr.C-W is wearing? It's part of a set I wore as a little girl - it was my very poshest outfit ever. My sister had a matching one but I think hers had purple ribbon.)
With Granma's visit coinciding with half term up here on the hill we thought we would go visit family in Dublin.
(not that Molly Malone is family)
Just imagine! My children don't know the song 'Molly Malone'!! I thought it was mandatory and ingested with mother's
ruin milk around the world. So Mum and I sang our way around Dublin (we know far too many Irish songs, some not singable dep. on your politics) and even went all the way out to Dun Laoghaire to watch the ferry go out.
Of course, it wouldn't be my life without a few minor sagas. Fabulous hotel but crap service attitude. Crazy one way systems around the city (just ask my kids, they think it hysterical we had to ask the gardai for directions and it still took over an hour to find the hotel). Did I mention the hotel is beside the US embassy? We were convinced one desk clerk was a Russian spy; Miklos did nothing but look shifty and occasionally validate parking tickets.
We also visited my Dad's two remaining brothers. Not together though. One lives out on the Southside of Dublin, very swish and luxurious. The other lives out in the heart of rural Ireland, literally in the middle of the Bord Failte's jewel of its historical crown main. Go Google Newgrange. Honest it is worth it.
This is the view from down near Jack's place
This is the farm my Dad grew up on. He probably even had apples from these trees. I love being with Jack because it is how I imagine my dad would look like now. Plus just listening to him talk makes me laugh. Pr. C-W and Babyman admitted during the (unintentional) nightime tour round the less salubrious parts of Dublin that they hadn't actually understood much of what he had said to them throughout the day. But they thought he was great and Uncle Chris was pretty fabulous too. Both assure me it is nothing to do with them coming out of this trip 80 euros in profit!!!!
Sadly reality looms now and my working day starts early four days a week from tomorrow so I am off to bed for the requisite rest.
I've just been on holiday with my mum and my kids and I had fun!