Flying Home
Today I’m flying to Ireland. Because it’s the sort of man I am.
I’m going to pick up the pieces of my life, and if you’re lucky I’ll pick up the pieces of yours too.
In fact it’s a beautiful day so far this morning in this particular corner of Western Europe and if the weather holds, and I’m not asleep, then I might just photograph the experience for you.
I have a feeling there’s not enough euros in my pocket for the bus home from Dublin Airport, and that getting my hands on the right change for the bus might not be too easy, but we’ll see what happens.
And remember, as usual, should my plane go down and I perish, blogging will continue from beyond the grave. Because that’s the sort of man I am too.
Eolaí gan Fhéile:
Wow, blogging from beyond the grave, that’s righteous! I can’t remember to post to my blog even when I’ve barely stirred myself from the couch. I am beyond ashamed and hang my head, or will when I get it off the pillow…. Hope you made it home from the airport and didn’t have to hitchhike in a WiFi-less car, horrors!