My St Patrick's Day began in a predictably shaky manner but picked up later.
The picture above was taken first thing from my office window in Bradford City Hall.
Traditionally on St Patrick's Day, the Council flies both the Irish Tricolour and the Flag of St Patrick from opposite sides of Centenary Square.
And equally traditionally, whoever puts them up makes a point of flying the former from the pole 20 feet from my nose.
But, as a form of personal protest, I was wearing a pair of luminous orange pants. That'll teach them.
And when the working day was done, I met up with my my sole friend called Carson - from Belfast and genuinely named after former Unionist Leader Lord Carson - for three pints of the obvious.
The evening highlight was a private viewing of Jamie's specially-commissioned St Patrick's Day work of art, provisionally entitled "Green Stuff."
I trust you were equally creative in your Paddy-themed endeavours .
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