We're into March (loyal readers with one of those fancy watches that displays the date will have known that since Tuesday) and life just kind of feels better.
And what do you do when life just kind of feels better? That's right - you book a trip.
And the Whites are no exception.
So, two weeks from now, Charlotte will be spending her first night causing a racket on Ulster shores, having crossed the Irish Sea on a big boat.
And, guess what?
Yup - it'll be St Patrick's Night.
Following five days of bare-faced indoctrination, I hope to bring her back with at least the hint of a lilt in her gurgle.
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