Holidays are funny things. Up until the last few moments before we set off to the airport, it’s all lettuce leaves, fifteen mile runs and  seven gallons of water an hour. Yet as soon as we’ve gone through customs, we all seem to go hell for leather on the beer and burgers,… View Post

This is another one of those blog posts that I feel really stupid writing. It’s a past experience, it’s me that chose to do it… and yet I still can’t quite believe that it happened. The other week, my mum and I were recalling last year’s trip to Dublin, when I remembered that that… View Post