It's off to Ireland we go...

I didn't think I would be returning to Ireland so soon, but when your family need you then you simply drop everything and you have to be there. Well, that is how my brother and I were brought up.

So we headed off to Birmingham on Saturday and boarded the smallest plane ever that even had propellers rather then a jet engine. Eek!

We arrived at Ballina about 4pm and checked into the hotel, then went to see our father whose other half passed away in the week.

The doors were unlocked, cats were everywhere but he was no-where to be found. He knew we were coming which was a tad frustrating, but we hope to catch up with him tomorrow instead. This meant that Richard and I could get an early night and I must admit, I was fast asleep by 9pm!

Lets see what tomorrow brings.