Im still alive (I heard that). Yesterday morning I woke up knowing something wasnt right. A funny pain in the stomach and a few shits later I went back to bed. I fell asleep and woke up again an hour later and went through the same carry on. I eventually got up and fired off a few emails and then I started puking and puking and puking. The only thing was, I had nothing in the stomach. For those of you into puking, you'll know this is the worse type. Im still sore this morning after it! All I could do was stay in bed and I've never slept so much in my life. Whatever it was, it knocked me out like Tyson.
Besides that, we took a trip up to that Kildare outlet villiage on Saturday. Granted we didnt get there till around 3.30, the place was simple to find. Exit 13 off the motorway. Check the photos down the page somewhere. Its a nice spot. Wonderfully clean. Theres a few of the chelsea tractor crew wandering around buying coffee makers for €1000 but you get over that. If your the hungry type, then forget about it. No fast food gaffs anywhere. Theres 1 italian restaurant (not bad, the pasta was freshly made) and a starbucks. So be prepared to queue. Either way, the whole thing was a nice oul day trip. There was no arguing about directions and plenty of jokes about the Sat Nav not having a bells notion about where it was.