23 March 2007

Wee Lad and I flew home, though we nearly didn’t make it. Lady of Leisure has got the cricket bug from last week and had attended the Ireland West Indies match. There was a distinct possibility that she would now make it in time to drop us to the airport, al the more so after she bumped into the housewives choice, Captain Denis.

We treated ourselves to world traveler plus and Wee Lad was an absolute pleasure to travel with both ways. He even carried his own rucksack of toys and was incredibly patient with the pantomime that calls itself airport security I think the idea behind the airport security is that any concerted terrorist will have blown himself up in the lengthy queues long before he ever gets airside

We spend a few pleasant and relaxing days with HRH the Queen Mother and I even managed to get a few m.o.t. checks in – teeth, eyes etc before the hectic schedule of catching up with friends. So little time and though not quite so many friends but enough to seriously eat into family time. One week at home is just not enough.

It was nice being home but I found that the romanticed notion I had been carrying for the last few months was a little unfounded. Weather was good and I quite liked the relative chill to Jamaica, but the people just looked miserable, and the town looked grimier than I’d expected. Having said that, shopping was great though and Cd’s and DVD’s a plenty were smuggled back Dublin was good for a brief soujourn I had there to renew wee lads passport, and it at least looked like a city with a purpose. I managed to sneak a few hours in with the Ginger Ninja who is incredibly excited about his spawning. The first steps to a great Ginger dynasty.

Home town just looked a little parochial. My time in Jamaica might be broadening my horizons, but it is definitely shrinking the limits of the home town. I won’t be rushing back to be a captain of industry there