Today finds me writing from a sweet little Air B&B off Baggot Street in Dublin city. Alex and I are in the Big Shmoke for the weekend to attend a wholesale trade show… aaaand to have a mini holiday.

I like this house.  The soft lighting of the vintage bedside lamps and the palette of blush, red and mustard décor create a soft, warm ambiance.

Our host, Robert, met us as planned and showed us in providing us with maps and keys. There are thick fluffy white towels on the armchair and he left us a bunch of bananas and two croissants with jam and butter (I really like this house).

We have large bay windows that look out onto a neat patio with an ornate white table and chairs and as the house is on a quiet residential street, the loudest noise is the whirring of the mini fridge.

On a large square tray next to the bedside locker is a toy kettle, two mandarins and general tea-making facilities including two sachets of Twinings ‘Spicy Chai’ – Indian breakfast tea. (How very apt.)

The bathroom is teeny-tiny, not even big enough to swing a cat in (a mouse however, now that could work – if only their little tails didn’t keep falling off).

I tell you what though, if I ever found someone actually doing the above, I’d swing them round by their ears, see how they like that. But not in this bathroom obviously.

Tonight we’re going to meet up with an Indian friend of Alex’s who lives in Dublin. She’s one of Facebook’s minions, meaning she’s highly intelligent and probably earns triple my salary.

Being a minion sounds sweet and she is quite sweet too. And far more articulate than those weird yellow animated chaps.

We’re booked into an Indian restaurant and I’m curious to see if Dublin has anything better to offer than the bland shite you get in Cork’s Indian cuisine (bar one tiny cafe on Pope’s Quay which rivals even my husband’s home-cooking).

Ooh, I could go on and on and bore you all to tears with the little details of our trip but I’m soaring over my daily word-quota and time is ticking on. It’s time to straighten my hair yet again (even trusty Remington can’t fully tame this thick mane of mine) and get ready for a wild night on the town (you can expect me to be in bed sound asleep by 11pm).

Ciao darlings!

Lizzie xxx