A series of depressions

Until about 5 days ago, the weather's been amazing: sunshine and sunbather and just absolutely gorgeous.

Well, that's not the case any more. It's raining, the skies are grey and it's all a bit like Fall, which is a shame, because it's only July.

On the other hand, this also means that it's now OK again to do indoors things. In Ireland, the weather's so unpredictable that when it goes all Mediterranean on you, you just feel honour bound to spend as much time out-of-doors as possible, because you never know when it's going to change back again. I'm off tonight so for the first time in ages, I'm going to go to the cinema. And then, maybe, the pub. There's a festival on in Temple Bar this weekend so fingers crossed the weather picks up, also because I'm doing my babysitting gig tomorrow and I don't really like taking care of those kids in the house as it seems to involve a massive amount of following them around and picking up the various bit and pieces of detritus they leave behind them everywhere they go. It's actually a lot easier to bring them downtown or to the park and their Mom thinks that I'm great when I do!

On Saturday night, after work, I'm, ahem going to go for a drink with the head chef of the restaurant where I work. I initially thought I wouldn't because I have to work for him and I'm just a lowly kitchen porter type person and it seemed inappropriate, but in the end I thought "What the hey?" So we'll see how that goes. My flatmate, Bepe, who is ONE of the top chefs in the place but not THE top chef is really, really disapproving, but it's not a DATE date, just a drink! But we're going to the Stag's Head which is lovely but not really a date venue.

We'll see...