In Norn Iron
I'm in Belfast for work and had a very pleasant dinner (Poulet a la Grandmere since you ask) with a colleague and his friend (who had to leave us to dance the Argentinian Tango, which she does every Monday).
The talk was the hapless Mrs Robinson. It's like watching a car crash. Poor woman, poor man, poor family. Poor, frail, fallen human nature.
Go and sin no more, as someone once said.
To all of us.
Labels: On Erin's Green Valleys