Just back from holidays, two computerless weeks (apart from 1 hour) of sun, sea and sand (and driving – all in all, I drove 3600 km). Still catching up with all that’s happened while I was away.
It’s a pity time doesn’t stand still while you’re on vacation, since a large part of the good feeling you build up while not working ends up getting sucked into the hole of built-up work the day you get back.
Anyway, the Irish almost had no influence on the olympics, until the last two days, when we won a gold, and a madman may have lost another one.
