I visited the Transport Museum at Cultra this afternoon, for my birthday, and snapped the bit out. Bish, bash, bosh!
I also got a cake from Superstars in Cookstown, and had enough time to pop over to Loughgall Chapel for prayers before heading to Portadown for the train to Cultra.
Meanwhile, in the real world, I was about to have my offer - subject to survey - for the bungalow I want agreed. But I don't have the money yet for a deposit. I passed that onto my Solicitor, whom I'll talk to at Noon on Monday. And the Solicitors in County Monaghan have to set up a Probate application for my Gran to the Revenue Commission in Dublin. I have a Social Security Number for the South, but my brother doesn't. Eek.
