Wish I was in Carrickfergus? NEVER!

So it was Elena’s birthday and we thought we would g somewhere special – so we went to the Irish house – beside Bucegi where we usually go. It’s more expensive than Bucegi so we hoped it would be better – we were wrong. Terrible service, cold food, just the usual. But we made the best of it and I honed my origami skills with the table mats.

(Why is it we feel we have to make complete prats of ourselves when away from home?)

To top it off, about halfway through dinner music started to drone over us – “I wish I was in Carrickfergus!”. Well I didn’t and I was thankful that I wasn’t.

But Elena is 21 now

and later today the first group of kids arrive from Valenii. The real work begins…