This post is a day late. I didn't get the pictures in time to pop them on here yesterday.
Maybe festive isn't the right word to describe St Patrick's Day but that's what it felt like when we walked into the pub yesterday. First impression was a dark interior as though there had been a power cut and they were using candles to guide us in. In fact, it was green lighting that gave it a sort of spooky look.
Being slow witted I didn't catch on until I saw the girls in green outfits.
This is one of them bringing our fish and chips. She has a lovely smile, don't you think? I asked if I could put her picture on the blog and she asked 'what's a blog?' I told her, and then hubs told her that her picture would be sailing round the world in no time. She didn't mind.
Here she is again with one of her colleagues
The fish and chips were good too!
and finally
an Irish joke
Sean visits the West of Ireland on a cold, grey, drizzly day. The weather remains the same for two weeks. Exasperated, Sean stops a little boy in the street. 'Does the weather here ever change?' he asks.
'I don't know,' replies the boy, 'I'm only six.'
