You could say I was delirious with the flu.
You could say I still am.
Mr. H said I should have stayed home to rest.
Mrs. H said 'You've got to be kidding'.
So off I went..a few days in Dublin, my first steps into Ireland.
As I sat on top of the red tour bus around the city, bundled up
against the wind, I noticed a shop out of the corner of my eye.
When we returned to the hotel, cough cough, I told Mr. H I thought
I might just take a little stroll around the corner.
Off I went at a brisk pace, cough cough, as closing hours were upon me.
Sweet sweet dreams...I fell in love with Donegal Irish Tweed.
The shop manager was delightful and educated me to the
beauty of Irish tweed in her wonderful thick Irish accent.
It was music to me ears ( I could still hear at that point).
There was a flurry of activity, off and on went the coats,
scarves and hats until I found just what I needed.
The hat...which is not to be worn with the coat I was told.
'We do not want to 'over-tweed'.
The red scarf....
The camel scarf....
and for those 'non-tweed' occasions :)
The deed was done.
I waltzed back to the hotel
with a package or two.
Happy for my time in Dublin
and looking forward to a healthier return.
xxx :)
cough cough
More on our trip to Dublin here
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