Giants

In a few minutes we're off to Belfast to see our first hockey game on this side of the pond. The Giants are taking on Basingstoke. It doesn't look like it's going to be as much a game as an ass kicking; then again, there's nothing wrong with a decent ass kicking disguised as a hockey game.

In booking the hotel, I managed to avoid the Europa which has the dubious honour of being Europe's most often bombed hotel. Don't ask me how I did that, it's completely unlike me.

A restaurant has been recommended to us by someone who claims to have IRA connections. Since he's completely full of shit about everything except good food, we made a reservation.

Hubby has worked night shift for the past four weekends in a row. We haven't slept away from home since we went to Canada in August. The kids are coming and will be sharing our hotel room, so there's no hope of anything of the adult persuasion.

Before we come home tomorrow, we'll visit the Giant's Causeway weather permitting. If the weather doesn't cooperate, we'll head for Enniskillen and have lunch in a pub.