Err...

I made it back to Wales.
Having dropped from the 36 oC in Meblourne to just 2 oC upon landing in Manchester Airport I think I've aclimatised fairly quickly. The other day I had breakfast without a jumper on, admittedly the place was centrally heated but it's a start.

The proper bitter that comes out of a hand pump and pork scratchings that look like a dead rat fossil are all just as good as I remember.
As luck would have my joy at these two long lost loves lasted only a couple of weeks as I have moved to Skerries, Ireland where, beyond all belief, they don't have them. The only slight compensation is that they do have dry roasted peanuts which is one up on Oz.

As is usually the case I am working in a local pub just to get the oney rolling in. Actually managed to land two jobs in a week before finally selecting the one in a traditional old mans pub which sells 90% Guinness and the odd vodka for the lady.

Anyway, beter run as I start work at 12.. the oub doesn't open until 4pm but I get to potter around and polish things and poke the fire for a few hours first!

Take 'er easy