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I've just come back from four lovely, but sodden days in the Emerald Isle.
I don't have much to report to the wider world but I thought you might enjoy my photo of kissing the Blarney Stone.
Now - no one tells you that you have to get on your ass, lie back and no - not think of England - but wiggle back and do a half back bend, crane your head back and peck the stone.
What a palaver for a very quick kiss that is supposed to endow magical powers of eloquence.
Also being on the petite side, I did find it rather hard to reach.
So whilst laughing hysterically, and people craning their necks and asking if I was scared or ok, the kindly old man holding me so I didn't slip over the edge - kept saying "Go wid ya, kiss it, kiss it, will ya...."
Perhaps I am just out of practice.
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