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That accent is supposed to be over the ‘a,’ and that’s the first word of Irish you need to learn. It means ‘cheers,’ and the fact that I know it so well might account for this hangover.

Our lovely hostess, Meabh, cooked us a fry: soda bread, beans, bacon, mushrooms and tomatoes for ‘soakage,’ but we’ll see how well it works.

Oh no. Word is we’re late for the life-changing rugby match, but more to come on our trip – train from London to Holyhead; ferry from Holyhead to Dublin; train from Dublin to Belfast.

I wish you all a wonderful St. Patrick’s Day. Time to go get my live shamrocks pinned to my lapel.