I’m exhausted. We had GAA mini leagues on Saturday morning. Then we had our street party on Saturday afternoon/evening. The sun shone, the bouncy castles bounced, there was a barbecue, a clown, and a trail of small children in and out to our bathroom. We had two local TDs and the Lord Mayor in attendance (Jason has quite a good post on why this kind of thing happens). Sunday afternoon saw us back at the mini leagues for two more matches and the handing out of medals and miscellaneous prizes. And then on Sunday night we had a dinner party. I feel a glowing sense of achievement tempered by the knowledge that it took a lot out of us.
