Paddy’s Day, Shopping and Pasta (Day 76)

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Tis the day to be Irish the world over.  I remember being in Paris back in 2003 on Paddy’s Day, the Irish Pubs were so packed and wild you could barely get into them.

Sometimes I think it’s more fun to be abroad to celebrate the day.  When you’re here it usually just rains and everyone is smashed by lunch time.  A typical day in Ireland you know…

But today wasn’t just any old Paddy’s Day, sure we won the Six Nations Rugby League for the third time ever.  Now that’s a good Paddy’s Day.

I swear, you couldn’t get inside the pubs in town and the roar and cheers that went up at the final whistle was something else.  Of course I missed most of the match because I was shopping.

A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

I then came home and worked on photos and social media until my belly started rumbling and I realized all I’d eaten all day was some Weetabix and two slices of buttered toast (and a few Lindt chocolates).

The guilt was weighing heavy that these past few days I’ve been living on bread, butter, cheese and milk chocolate.  But fighting that was my urge to just eat something, anything, real quick.

Luckily, I managed to combine the two for once.  Whole wheat pasta, cooked in 10 minutes, with a jar of good pesto sauce and some lightly steamed broccoli.

It won’t go down as the most nutritious meal in history but I reckon it was a vast improvement on Brennan’s toast again.  A vast improvement.

Besides these few details, I don’t have a lot to write about today.  I’m currently loading up a new episode of The Good Fight online, because wahoo!  It’s back!  I don’t get into tv series that much, but The Good Wife had me hooked, which is how I found this show, a spin off with a few of the same characters.  It’s good.  Real good.  I hope the episode has loaded.

Right so, me luvly laddies, tis a happy St. Patrick’s Day I’ll be wishing yis all and may the luck o’ the Irish be always with you.  No Irish people don’t really speak like that.  But the leprechauns do.

Ciao darlings!

Lizzie xxxx

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