Cabin fever cure

I had no intention of going out last night, but as the hours went past cabin fever took hold, and by seven o'clock I was practically sprinting down O'Connell Street to the Grand Central pub. I caught a bit of the cricket action too. We didn't do that badly, considering the Irish team are part timers and had to call their bosses for more time off when they got to the Super 8.

So I'm spending yet another Saturday hungover but I don't feel that sorry for myself, because Daisy was with us last night and is working today! What a trooper.