Congratulations to Susan and Dermot who did the honourable thing in New Ross, Wexford. I apologise for almost stealing the show by wearing my kilt but Mrs. Wallace would have him wear it for going to the shops if she could so she wasn't going to miss an opportunity. Or Mrs Hunting-Wallace, as someone thought she was called, because I said I was wearing the Hunting Wallace tartan.
The snow was very bad but we just managed to out-run it, first from Athlone on the way to New Ross and then on the drive up to Belfast. Glasgow was like a ghost town, with cars abandoned in week-old drifts in the centre of the city.
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