So Lord Bastard and his good lady wife landed at Shannon airport yesterday to be greeted by their dutiful son (me) and his betrothed (Bert).
Lord Bastard actually came though on his shaking his head and muttering about Mama losing her passport and being stuck at border control.
After the usually hello's and welcome to Ireland we headed off to the car. Papa moaned about it being too far away and even when told where the car was parked he still headed off in his own direction, determined to find it without any assistance from us.
Once we were all finally in the car we set off to Galway. Now, father is never very good as a passenger so nearly shit himself when he found out we'd be in the car for an over an hour and a half - serves them right for booking the wrong airport.
We broke the journey up with a visit to the Duggans and then the supermarket and we only actually stopped at home for five minutes then nipped off to Tuam for a curry in our usual restaurant which seems to have had a complete change over a staff with very little English known between them both. After four attempts I finally got my coke rather than him just smiling and saying thank you and every bottle of wine papa asked for seemed to have sold out. He finally found one he liked only for the waiter/owner to come back and offer him the original choice which he'd told us was out of stock!
After a lovely meal we came home, watched "Mirrors". Utterly brilliant film but it has scarred me for life.