Safe Home

Well, we left the St Patrick’s Day bash at the Irish Consulate at 7.55 pm precisely although I suspect it had a day or two yet to run.  Beautiful food and posh wine – but there was somebody pulling reassuring-looking pints of the black stuff over in the corner.  The room seemed to have a fair number of Irish exiles wandering about and thinking wistfully about going back home – so that was all right.  De Minister made a warm and witty speech about the ethnic links between Ireland and Scotland.  And we went home the direct route.