Deedle, deedle, deedle, ...
Well, I survived Northern Ireland. Actually, the clan were very nice. Perhaps a little too nice as I feel like the church, separate bedrooms and no cussing rules are a bit harsh for an old lady who is stuck in her ways like me.

Still, it was a nice time and the nieces seemed to like me.

Deedle, deedle, deedle, deedle.