Sleepwalking

Thursday. A long journey, delays at the New York end, so a missed bus connection in Dublin, Cork by mid afternoon though. A little bit of time to kill before Autumn finished work and we could get the car from her place.
Then home to Clonakilty and unpacking. 
As I was quite jet lagged by now, I was slightly puzzled to find a half bottle of sparkling water in the suitcase, but being thirsty took a mighty swig of what turned out to be the leftover Jameson whiskey we'd put in that bottle to make things lighter. The kitchen-table-to-sink sprint record has been lowered.