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Life of Lu 17/05/11

I am so glad that I have managed to get onto this to do my weekly update.
Unfortunately I don't have any photos to put up yet as I left all my cables and readers at home but I promise you my friends, I have a wonderful piece called "A Day in the Life of Isla" planned! It is going to be fabulous!

What a week we have had this week!

-My wonderful friend Tiffani got married and is now off on her honeymoon. I wish so much that I could have been there to celebrate her wonderful union with Joe but alas the Atlantic Ocean is too far to swim, and even if it weren't, I doubt I'd get too far with my pathetic doggie-paddle!

-Saturday night was Eurovision night! A friend of mine Tom held a Eurovision party chez lui complete with my yummy Lipstick cupcakes (I'll put pics up soon). Congratulations to Ajerbaijan who won the Eurovision for the first time in history! What a proud moment for their country!
It was such a pity that Ireland didn't win but the Grimes twins did Ireland and themselves proud. Now, if I could only get that blasted song out of my head!! If you haven't heard it see the post below this. You will be cursing me afterwards!!

-The highlight of the week has been Bedford. We have come over to visit James' sister and her family. It is the great surprise that I had planned for his birthday. We arrive home tomorrow which is seriously depressing but the last few days couldn't have been better. His nieces are beautful, witty little girls - though when I say witty I mean that they are growing up far too quickly! Even little Isla who is only 8 months old has gotten really really sturdy.
The girls have had their Uncle James wrapped around their little fingers since we arrived and I really do think that there will be big boy tears when we leave here tomorrow. There will probably be big girl tears too when we turn the corner... it happens every time! I think James and I go through about three days of serious depression when we leave the world of Uncle James and Auntie Louise and go back to the normality of life in Galway...
We've had such a fun time reading stories about Winnie the Witch, eating Liz's gourmet dinners (I've photos of those too!), playing with the baby and just generally relaxing with the entire family.
Oh! James has just shown me a photo of the baby covered in chocolate and Katie is going a bit nuts on the camera... interesting!

-Today for the first time in 3years(!) I saw the tourist-side of Bedford. What a beautiful town! I walked along the canals, read all the statue memorials, took photos of flowers, people, swans.... I loved it!
If Scotland doesn't work out I think Bedford might start to quickly sneak up the possible new locations list!!

-The newsie part of the week is that the Queen of England is visiting Ireland at the moment. I saw a brief piece on Sky news on mute and it tickled the cockles a little. I personally am so happy that the visit is happening. We haven't had a British monarch visit since 1911. I hope that we will be able to give ourselves a clap on the back when the visit is over and be proud of how we have grown as a country... and then start to prepare for Barack himself!

Anyhoo! I look forward to being able to post the photos from this visit! And from all the other adventures I have lined up for this week!!! Cheerio folks!

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