I headed into Mullingar last night for dinner with Fiona and Helen. As taxi fare is too expensive out to Raharney I stayed overnight in Fiona's house.
There is no such thing as "you can pay me next year" here.
She is dogsitting two adorable poodles for her sister.
At some ungodly hour this morning I was awakened by the sound of yapping outside my door. In a sleepy stupor I shot up in the bed with a thumping heart and thought
Oh my god, how are dogs after getting into the apartment? Is Mustafa after leaving the door to the apartment block unlocked?
As my eyes became accustomed to the darkness my heart sank as it suddenly dawned on me.
Noeleen, you are not in Turkey. You are in Mullingar!
I guess mentally I am still in Mahmutlar.