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This morning I was woken at stupid o'clock in order to go see the sunrise from the old head of Kinsale which was very very pretty but also very stupid o'clock for a holiday, and a Sunday at that. My purple coat has been shedding buttons since Friday and is now down to only the one at the neck which chokes me so I was Cold and my nipples still hate me and my fingers are still purple. And we watched the seagulls play in the wind and then I recognised the signs of a panic attack so I moved way way back from the edge of the cliff which I wasn't near in the first place and didn't need to be talked back to sanity but did need some hand holding on the way back up cos I was scaaaaared.

And then I cleaned the kitchen and ate lunch and cleaned the kitchen and moved boxes and moved tables and attempted to get a table through the first floor window from the ground outside which didn't quite work so we moved it a different way and now my left calf is twanging a little in a "oi, ligaments take months to heal, did you not listen to me?" sort of way. And then I had a smashing time at the bottle bank even if the clouds meant that the sunset wasn't mine to see from Garrettstown strand. And then I wandered round Kinsale some more and then there was dinner and more cleaning the kitchen and moving boxes and moving tables and moving lots and lots and lots of computers and then I went outside for a smoke and got scared that there might be zombies about to stagger across the drive. Srsly, needed a hug cos I got scared of the dark cos I'm 32 going on 3. And in the morning I'm going back to Dublin to arrive in time to do laundry so I can go to classes on Tuesday and work on Wednesday.

And that's what I did on the last day of my holidays in Cork.