Late night

We grabbed a taxi to take us to the house of Gorse Fox's cousin. Like with many families we only usually meet at funerals. It seemed an ideal opportunity to break the hoodoo and have a nice evening. Cousin Pete had cooked and we made ourselves at home with some wine in the garden. So began a long and very enjoyable evening.

Time seemed to slip by and bottles of wine seemed to disappear as we sat and chatted about education in rural Ireland, Myanmar, Ethiopia, family, school, and heavens knows what else. Bottles seemed to appear and empty at an alarming rate. We retired to the sitting room and continued. Before we knew it it was a quarter to two in the morning. A taxi was summoned and we found our way back to the hotel. AT two-thirty we had collapsed into bed and were out for the count.

Last time we were up that late it was because we were in a different timezone!