
We wandered through the city, and bought Elena the warmest fattest coat ever made. When the rain and cold turned from tolerable to ridiculous we ducked into O'Reilly's pub (opp. Trinity College) to warm up over a hot lunch and cider.

A strange smell started to follow us around, 'eau de wet dog', and after looking around to locate the source we realised that the faux fur trim on Elena's coat was indeed not faux at all... but dog hair!......
Back at home we played scrabble, watched DVDs and drank hot chocolate, banishing the new coat to the hallway to block out the all consuming dog hair aroma.
On Saturday, leaving the coat at home, we set out for a little country drive through the Wicklow Gap.
L-R The only deer we saw, Pollaphuca Reservoi


Through the Wicklow Gap: St Kevin's Way, Fi at freezing lookout, Us at freezing lookout, not so random r

Fi and Ivan at Glendalough.

We hid in the Roundwood Inn for hours, drinking cider and consuming irish-german fusion food by the log fire. Returning home, we watched the classic 'So I married an axe murderer', which amazingly Ivan had never ever seen..

In a few days we'll meet up with Fi in Madrid and we'll chat and eat again, only this time over a glass of sherry, some jamon, peppers, croquetas, calamari, tortilla, chorizo, patatas bravas, and... mmm




The infamous coat has successfully gone back home to (deleted- Eds), and all is well in the world again