I was at my sister’s 40th this weekend, and boy am I tired. She had her party in the lovely Carraig House, on Caragh Lake. A lovely location for having a nice quiet weekend. There was karaoke, and tunes for the aged. We didn’t finish up on the Friday night until after 4am, and on Saturday night I was guiding people to their beds at 5.30 in the morning. The poor nun was woken up at 4.30 by some kids in the room next to her – unfortunately they have no concept of time. I think their parents got a sum total of 2 hours sleep. This morning I had to get up for a 6am flight back to sunny Dublin. I was in the office before 8am – which is way too early for anyone. I’m drinking coffee and trying to keep myself awake (shhhh… don’t tell my manager).
If it wasn't for carbon-14, I wouldn't date at all