Niamh went back to Ireland

[ailbhe]

Today Niamh went back to Dublin. She travelled to the airport alone, because frankly £30 is a lot of money. We saw her off onto her train to Bristol and then headed into town. It felt... blank, dead, and empty. So we went shopping in the sales.

We got a cutlery tray for our kitchen drawer, and I got a pair of green corduroy trousers. There were some amazong purple tie-dyed trousers, too, but none of them would close over my hips, so I had to give up. The green ones gape a bit at the waist, and are too long, but I love them anyway. They're not black, grey or blue! Wow, what a colour-change for me... I haven't owned cords for ages.

I also got a purple satin water-padded bra, which is a bit odd but definitely adds cleavage. Then we phoned Niamh to make sure she was ok; she was, she had got to the airport without incident. The house feels stragenly empty without her, though it is lovely to have it to ourselves again, just the two of us. And the cat.