On the weekend, I let Neil Young fill the Meno airwaves and when his song Cinnamon Girl came on, hubby decided he had to bop all over the house playing his air guitar.

*calm down thinks I*

He lurves riffs that stir his creativity, hence pretending he was an aging rock star playing an imaginary guitar.

The only thing missing was the spliff.

Har.

In other news, the Emerald Isle has been fairly quiet this past weekend which is highly suspect as Padders & Brad had some guests this weekend who are, um, known to enjoy the drink a wee bit.

And no.

I will not release any further info.