It was 19 years ago that I first arrived in Ireland a few days before Samhain -- Hallowe'en --
when The Girl was still a baby. I didn't realise then that this was the
day for setting off fireworks here, like Independence Day in the USA,
New Year's Eve in Germany or Guy Fawkes night in the UK. Local boys, it turned out, shot bottle rockets all night into the dark fields. Where our house was.
Let me tell you, there's nothing a jet-lagged baby loves more than artillery outside the window.
Sorry for not posting more, but I'm working on a big project to be announced soon.
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