It’s been more than a week. Girl1 has been enjoying herself in the west- we’ve heard of ceilis, discos, quizzes. We’ve seen pics of giggling and games on beaches, and posing on country roads. Also, eyeliner. She claims to be speaking quite a bit of Irish- the point of the exercise. She’ll be home soon, and then we head off to Nana and Grandad- such gadding about.
But tomorrow? Oh, my bones are calling out for tomorrow. The beauty of the Gaeltacht, the soggy skies, will be as naught. Tomorrow we go to visit.
I will try very hard not to do an impression of an octopus, wrapping her in all my limbs and holding on tight.
How does WordPress not know that I struggle with change? I may need training in the new behind the scenes screens.