Lazy Sunday

An exchange of text messages during the course of the morning ended with an invite to call in on friends who've recently moved house. They've been hard at work stripping wallpaper and doing other chores to get things prepared for putting their own stamp on their new surroundings. We had a pleasant lunch close to their place and got to them around 4.00. They really have been busy. They've got much more room in the new place than in the old, and they're really excited at the prospect of making the house into a home. We interrupted their labours, sat and chatted with them and their dog Ozzy (the sheep is his latest favourite doggy toy) for a few hours, and spent a really pleasant and cosy time with them.

We went back to Carl's for a short while and he dropped me to the DART station for the 8.45 train home. I took a notion to phone Ballsbridge friends when I got to their station (ones we'd met up with last weekend at the Lansdowne Road demolition). They were in the bar at the Berkeley Court hotel, marking its final night in operation after many, many years as one of Dublin's top-flight hotels, and they suggested that I join them. I had to go on to the next station and got a taxi back to meet them. It was a mad, mad wonderful night, the final stages of which are a bit vague and blurry. Carl told me later that I phoned him at 2.00 am.