It rains in Ireland. A lot.

Saturday morning at the cafe, walked over in less than a deluge but more than a trickle. I forgot to bring my raincoat over and have yet to purchase an umbrella so really there's no complaining allowed. But there's actually not much to complain about. Sure it would be grand if there was sun sun sun but I'll just take being here. Plus it may be wet wet wet but it's surprisingly warm. Don't get me wrong, it's still chilly, let's total the layers worn walking here - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6! Yes I got up to 6! A new world record in layering, and if I had my raincoat it would have been 7. Mostly though I just don't know when I'll be home or how cold it will get as the day progresses so I figured I'd layere away and see what happens.

So this is day four of Guinness watch. Whilst I've had loads and loads of great cups of tea, I still have yet to indulge in that first pint of Guinness. Fear not! Unless all fails, tonight will be the night! Come to think of it, maybe the weather doesn't seem so bad due to the thick river of tea running through my veins. Now we just need to mix it with the Guinness and I'll be tops baby.

Not a lot going on yet, and really, all those who are anticipating wild adventures and crazy schemes are bound to be a tad disappointed I fear. Well, until I hop over to Scotland (which is still quite tentitive actually). Mostly the blogs will probably read like this - tea, cafe, tea, cafe, tea, Guinness, cafe, tea, rain. There. There's the blog really for the next two months! I'm off the hook! Sweet.