Dublin, day three

We're going for a walk along the harbour this afternoon. Hoorah for bracing winds! My birthday day was fab - fantastic food, people and Dublin shininess, not forgetting the joy of matching loo paper obviously. I have got a longer post half written, but we did so much that I haven't had time to write about it all.

We did watch Lone Ranger on DVD (courtesy of the connotations raffle). Lone has a silver mine hidden under a bunk in his shack, and says that he will only shoot silver bullets in future! They will be a symbol of-- something. Justice. Or shiny goodness! It wasn't clear. daegaer is now threatening to write Lone Ranger fic, where Tonto is Lone's mental healthcare professional. The Loon Ranger, as M has helpfully just put it.