Adolf, Augusto, Benito, Margaret, Pol

When blood-thirsty dictators die, they reincarnate as mountain sheep in northwest Mayo. 
That is the rule of karma. 

And it is a tad harsh if you ask me... 

To soften the blow of my return to the Big Smoke, I jumped on my bike when I got home (just after feeding the cat a slice of Forbidden Pork) and went to the Vico for an invigorating swim. The blow was indeed much softened. And to make things even softer and fluffier and cuddly, I had a WhatsApp video call with Mr Smith.