All of us are busy packing... 100 kilos of scones and 200 kilos of Auntie Jean's perserves to sneak past customs.. Home by Sunday..
Recieved a note from a gentleman thanking me for placing a poem on this place. He had been looking for it for 40 years he said... Glad to help... Miss Niamh will be pleased also I am sure. Tir Na nOg is closer than we think she says as she dances down the street (followed by that great black lump Poppy StormBringer)
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