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Thursday, March 17, 2011

Happy St Patrick's Day

This is the day when you encounter people who otherwise appear to be adults drunk at nine am, probably because they would otherwise die of embarrassment from their green hair and stupid hats.

Here's one of my souvenirs from Dublin, a pot of shamrocks. Like so much else this winter, they have sadly failed to thrive, and while the package promised such an abundance of growth that I would have to do serious thinning to keep the little green buggers in check, all I have managed to cajole into life are these few spindly stalks. But they are hanging in there, and so am I.

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