The party’s over
But I’m still singing that song…
They tried, they tried very hard to tell us that blogging was dead. The mourners gathered. The funeral was held, There was a respectful silence
Then the Party that is The Irish Blog Awards began! What a night. Once again I am leaving, not on a jet plane, but with a heavy heart. Why? Because I must go home without all my friends, old and new and return to Co Antrim. Pity they would not all fit in my little house. Now there’s an idea. If I add on a little extension to my house we could hold IBA 2011 in Co Antrim. What do you think?
The whole day was wonderful.. and I do have tales to tell, but tummy talks… well shouts right now for food.
You want an inkling?
Ok, ok! We had
and best of all Really great people. I have no voice left today and my arms ache from all the hugging.
More later. It is the morning after and I need my food and my pills 😉
Photos to follow [at a price 😉 ]