Several years ago Mr B and I spent two years living in Cardiff, and later Bristol, but working weekends in Dublin. This basically involved flying over to Ireland every Friday afternoon and returning home in the early hours of Tuesday morning. We loved it. We loved the job, the people, our little Dublin flat, and also the fact that we had the rest of the week off together. However, sadly, one November we returned home on a Tuesday to our house in Bristol to discover we had been burgled. The really sad thing was that it also just happened to be Mr B’s birthday. In our absence some ...
Who is actually a Mum of two, and didn't think her blog name through.