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Aug. 1st, 2010 08:54 pmKinsale to Maynooth is not a journey I'm planning on doing again anytime soon, certainly not by public transport anyway. Left Kinsale on the 0910 bus, arrived Cark 1000, next bus to Dublin at 1200 left me just under two hours to quickly visit Scribes and Vibes where I exchanged money for lots of goods and then to the English Market. Straight to Iago's for Cake. Hello, I'd like some Cake please. Certainly, how much? All of it. Cake is a deelish though slightly spendy treat, but one I had to share with others.
1300 Aircoach to Dublin as 1200 Bus Eireann was full and next one wasn't till 1400 left me just enough time to enjoy my tasty tasty sandwich from the sandwich stall in the English Market while sitting and watching people and river flow by. Dublin by 1730, quick trip to little room for shower to remove bus stink and to drop off all the books. Choo choo out to Maynooth to arrive at bbq for 2000ish. So, 11 hours door to door.
Fabulous night, as ever when those delightful hosts are involved. I proved, without a doubt, that it's possible to have your Cake and eat it, giggling to myself and trying to stay quiet. All the hugs in the world made me realise just how much I've missed hugs and they were lovely, all of them. Clip clopped past security, ever so slightly tipsy, waving and smiling at the poor sods on night duty, then collapsed into bed, happy with the world, waking up with memories of delicious dreams. Not a bad end to the holliers, that.
In Drogheda for the night, hugging nieces, petting doggies and now watching Sherlock. Back to work on Tuesday to outpatients so for the next two weeks I'm working sensible hours of 0730 - 1615 on weekdays only. Normal hours! Can still have social life! Two weeks at work, then three weeks study leave and dwcon. Three more months to qualification. Then the real fun starts! Not least, that pesky job hunting should probably be ramped up a notch. But not now, now I'm still on holidays. Bring on the wine!
1300 Aircoach to Dublin as 1200 Bus Eireann was full and next one wasn't till 1400 left me just enough time to enjoy my tasty tasty sandwich from the sandwich stall in the English Market while sitting and watching people and river flow by. Dublin by 1730, quick trip to little room for shower to remove bus stink and to drop off all the books. Choo choo out to Maynooth to arrive at bbq for 2000ish. So, 11 hours door to door.
Fabulous night, as ever when those delightful hosts are involved. I proved, without a doubt, that it's possible to have your Cake and eat it, giggling to myself and trying to stay quiet. All the hugs in the world made me realise just how much I've missed hugs and they were lovely, all of them. Clip clopped past security, ever so slightly tipsy, waving and smiling at the poor sods on night duty, then collapsed into bed, happy with the world, waking up with memories of delicious dreams. Not a bad end to the holliers, that.
In Drogheda for the night, hugging nieces, petting doggies and now watching Sherlock. Back to work on Tuesday to outpatients so for the next two weeks I'm working sensible hours of 0730 - 1615 on weekdays only. Normal hours! Can still have social life! Two weeks at work, then three weeks study leave and dwcon. Three more months to qualification. Then the real fun starts! Not least, that pesky job hunting should probably be ramped up a notch. But not now, now I'm still on holidays. Bring on the wine!
