Well, dear souls, the male guardian and I have just returned from a trip across the water to Ireland. For ''tis here that my dear brother has lived and worked for many a year. Now, what a welcoming and polite people our Celtic cousins are, so friendly and warm. We had made the trip at my brother's invitation and took the time to join him on a somber yet joyous occasion. And, oh what an occasion, for it did last a number of days. We met friends and family of both my brother and his wife and enjoyed a few days of warmth, chatter, tea and food aplenty. There was much laughter and celebrating with such joy and warmth that 'twas a pleasure to be part of. It was good to catch up with some of my nephews and nieces who are scattered far and wide across various countries that form Great Britain, meet my brothers wife's family and also friends of my brother and his wife. Where ever we went the Irish welcome was to the fore.
We all stayed at a country house hotel that accommodated us with aplomb. Why, they got used to large gatherings rearranging the furniture to enable tea and a good old gossip. Tea, coffee and firewater, when the occasion and time were right, of course, featured aplenty. Breakfasts lasted for sometime but they did not bat an eyelid. The food was plenty and most delicious, catering for one's every need.
It was so good to see my brother and his wife so happy with their extended family in their own environment. It gives one a warm feeling indeed to see, and great comfort to know, that all is well in their corner of the world..
The male guardian and I have now returned to our own little humble corner of the world, greeted on arrival to a most frost laden carriage and white hore frost on awakening this morn. Wherever one goes, however warm the welcome, there is, indeed, no place like home.
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