Easter is a pretty big deal in Catholic Ireland (as evidenced by all the pubs in the entire country being closed on Good Friday). The adjustment of going from the peacefulness of the Third World to the chaos of the First World (and the two Dreadful Creatures) has been at times a touch rough. CW and DCs fled to her sister's house for an overnight on Friday and with the pubs being closed, I had my own international night at home: New York Mets on the radio, Read Inspector Rebus, and drank a couple of French Lagers. Things have leveled for the moment: CW and DCs went to Granny Vi's for Easter Dinner and I went and watched rugby: two big wins for the Irish in the aptly named Heineken Cup.
