After a ridiculous tour of the country (‘It will be shorter this way’, he said) we made it home to Cork. My relief was short-lived.
The dog, after all my worry, was happier at his Granny’s house. I’ve no doubt that Granny F fed him exclusively on fillet steak for the week. Anyway, he stood by her and balked at getting into the car to rejoin us (the hairy traitor).
Most serious of all; we seem to have been invaded by fairies.