The morning after…

Gloriously sunny all day.  I’ll say it again, gloriously sunny all day.  Domestic disaster in  the cottages when it became clear that we were slowly running out of water, whatever tanks there were, were definitely emptying.   Lots of politely panicky emails and calls to the owner got no response.  Until Anthony heard from him late morning.  He was away and was going to sort it on his return.  Something to do with the well. 

We had a lazy time, I made cooked breakfast for Beetle and we face timed with the children in London.   We then took him into Thomastown for the train stopping for good coffee in a South African deli.  

Then back up to Kells house for burgers and Guinness and relaxed time catching up on the events of the night before.  We mainly sat on straw bales outside as inside the younger Irish sat down in front of The Match inside the tent.  The final of the Gaelic football between Armagh and Galway.  We found out later that Armagh won.  Several English joined them and had to have the rules explained.   Quite fast.  

The extra is Tom and Milly sorting out the tomato juice she poured down her extraordinary dress.  Panic stations but it was all got out. 

Lovely afternoon and at about 4 we came home to find the water back on.  Thank goodness. We both fell asleep and woke to go and see the Pygmy goats in the walled garden.   Went into Kilkenny with Anthony, Tanith, Lily and Clio  to go Thai restaurant for dinner.  All very jolly. 

RIP Edna O Brien.  I raised a glass to her in the land of her birth.  Her books were a big part of my young life and I met her a few years ago.  She was as fun, teasing and challenging as you’d expect.