Dublin, July 14 - 18. A pint of the Black Gold. We had such a relaxed, thoroughly chilled, much needed long weekend away. My stress levels dropped down to pretty much zero, I could have listened to the Irish accent for hours on end, and I realised I was getting old when, after attending mass at St Patrick's Cathedral, I went and bought a CD of the choir so I could listening to their pure, soaring, soul calming music at home (I used to be so rock and roll!). The mass sermon included mention of the bombings in London, which unexpectedly set me off and I struggled to keep it all in. After I partook of the wafer and wine (lovely drop, I'll take a bottle!) I let a few tears fall thinking about the pain caused by unecessary deaths. But, life goes on. Stu had a fabulous 30th birthday weekend, I enjoyed a wonderful weekend, and for a while, life was truly great :)