It’s weird the moods we can get into.

I’m up in Dublin; I love big cities, I’m quite fond of the Irish capital and yet right now, I would give anything to be home in Cork.

I’m lonely and homesick and every little thing that goes wrong makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry.

My laptop is dead yet I’ve been lugging it around in my handbag hoping to get this daily scribble done before I can check into my hotel as I’ve only a short while then to get ready and go meet a group of creatives (the whole reason I came up here).

So having carried it round for no good reason, I’m now trying to write this on my phone. There’s no wifi in the cafe I’m in so I’m hoping to post it once I’m back at my hotel, my last-minute, super-expensive, smells-of-smoke-in-the-reception-area hotel.

I don’t know about you but I find any strong smell really off-putting when staying somewhere new and strange.

Still the receptionist was nice, I was able to leave my case there and head into town for lunch and I’m only 8 minutes walk from Stephen’s Green shopping center.

I’m sure when I meet up with the group I’ll come out of my weird mood; nothing like a bit of banter and chats to give you a boost.

For now, I’d love to hide away in the hotel room and watch tv.

Get a grip Liz.

God I hate periods.

Sorry if this a depressing scribble but I’m feeling about as depressed as Eeyore. Fingers crossed tomorrow I’ll be in better form and have something nice to write.

At least I’ll be that much closer to coming home.

Ciao darlings!

Lizzie xxxx

P.s. I’m finishing this in the hotel room and it’s bright and clean and smells fresh. Major positive.