It rains here too. No, really – it does, but only at night, which is pretty darned civilised in my book. We’ve had thunderstorms after dark two nights out of three but, during daylight hours, nothing but pure, unbroken sunshine and temperatures north of 30 degrees. Ain’t life a bitch?
This is just a brief note while I’m sticking my head back in the door ever so quickly, just to clear the spam out of the comment inbox and so forth. But while I’m here … I hear that the Dubs’ match started the customary few minutes late on Sunday (nothing new there) and that the Lake County ran them pretty close. I also gather that The Brother’s wager on Down for Ulster went west as well (that’s why Paddy Power drives a Bentley, I suppose) and so a repeat of the 1982 Ulster outcome now seems to be on the cards. I also see that the qualifiers have thrown up one humdinger of a tie (an all-Ulster one, of course) between Monaghan and Derry. And I also note that our minors have reached the Connacht final (and, hence, the All-Ireland Quarter-final, given how the structure of the minor championship works) where they’ll face the Rossies.
I also see the bar. And I see the beer. And I see it’s time to go back on holiday. Till later, hombres.