The Artist in Ireland

So this week, it was not the boys fault they’re late. It is most definately mine. Currently I am sitting out in the sticks near Tullow an hour or so south of Dublin, surrounded by the Irish family. Apparently (and this is worrying) I have developed a severe twang in my accent already and I’ve only been here afew days. Scary, I know.

But I hope all had a lovely New Year, and you make and break your resolutions as you please. Though I think Boots may stick to his…

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