I was in Belfast, today, and am all over the map; mentally.
On a Metro bus, Double Decker, I was on the bottom deck, and overheard a woman arguing, in a quintessential Belfast manner, at the top deck. All of us, down below, laughed. But that thought was in my head, all evening.
Plus, I was already getting giddy because my cleaner and I had inside jokes about how my Nan would react to the erection of the Orange Arch, at a nearby Protestant village, for the Coronation.
I just can't keep a straight face, now that I'm home.