This was a Holy Communion carriage. Far from carriages I, for one, was raised.

Orlagh is home and here’s the proof, Saturday’s Irish Times.

Look at Mal’s yummy new polo shirt. I likey.

I hope Orlagh wasn’t this pissed off when she actually arrived at the wedding she was going to.

Mammy, Briege, Kate-Ann, and Katherine.

The smiley shot. Would you look at the pose on Clare there?

The floor plans of our house.

Eimear and Deirdre.

Me and me granny. She gave me loads of cake.

Me and me mammy. She helped me eat it.

Beautiful sunny Sunday.

Hallelujah sister.

Mal pretending to be old people. Not too far off now, bucko.

Josh explaining the intricacies of his new Playstation game.

It bleedin’ lashed today.

Told ya.

Ahh no, work tomorrow! Boooooo.

This is for Orlagh – the famous potato top. I am giving it away as I never wear it. So I decided to preserve it for posterity.

Our new front door. Number 10, obviously.

Mal pondered where he would put the “Welcome to Anfield” sign. Not in the kitchen, bucko.

This is the balcony from which we can watch the queues for UGC. Or the little gurriers fighting.

The sitting room. Bigger in real life. It’s hard to back up when your camera brings things closer.

From the sitting room into the kitchen.

This is especially for Niamh Harrington Banker (O’Driscoll). The hot press.

Mal in the hall there.

For Jill. We can send you over Quorn if you like.

On Sunday I met up with Lorna,

Her sister Susie,

And Paul. We were trying to photograph the fine yoke in the background but it didn’t really work.

The graffiti artists of Dublin were warned Paul was coming to visit.

Before we even left Dublin, the weekend was Orlagh-themed.

Richard, Mary, Orlagh, Mal.

Cathal and Niamh.

Neil Jordan’s house is tiny, isn’t it?

I’d say Ned keeps beds in his shed. Or heads.

Eff the new apartment, I’m buying this baby instead.

Now, this is a beach on Bere Island somewhere. All questions on a postcard to Orlagh the Bank, Rossmackowen.

Mal pretended to be a rock.

And so did I.

I did this one specially for Orlagh. Sure we had a great laugh at this.

Lichin. If that’s how you spell it.

Orlagh turned into Narcissis and we had a terrible time getting her home.

Windy fence.

Our chariot awaiting.

The sisters Harrington.

Fionn and Orlagh the Bank.

“Go away lambs”

Out for a walk.