Can this be the most epic travel-family visitng month ever? Almost forgot that I had to board a plane today for Dublin.
I got to Ireland once a year for work. Just this year its fallen on the same week I am going to fucking Scunthorpe.
That old chestnut. So after the Irish capital with a few colleagues from Europe, I'll be heading to Scunthorpe. All just as my father arrives in England.
Dude. My dad is visiting on Friday. Visiting me and my aunt.
It's all crappening. And its 9:00am, I need a coffee, I have waterproof shoes and my heavy winter coat because Dublin this time of year is not exactly balmy, and am ready yo get my Guinness on once the day is over.
Ireland, how do you do.