Dublin, Ireland.
Quaint city. It was the first time that any member of my family had touched foot in Ireland. It was a pleasant experience for the girls who especially loved St. Stephen’s Park. They loved the swans, they loved the waterfalls, they loved the greenery, they loved the statues – they loved the park is what I’m getting at, I hope you understand.
Also special thanks to the staff of Camden Court Hotel. They were ever so helpful in our time there. The facilities were fine and the environment as a whole was superb. The girls loved the hotel. They loved the comfy chairs, they loved the breakfast, they loved the large screen TV in the bedroom, they loved the swimming pool (oh did they love the swimming pool) – they loved the hotel is what I’m getting at, I hope you understand. (Big thanks to Mr. Higgins!)
To conquer Dublin required a trip by plane, which was the first one conducted by the youngest Dryden Daughter – Zoë aka Zozoz, all of 23 months old. She took the whole affair in her stride. She slept on the way to Dublin and was busy gesticulating about the funny other passengers on the plane when returning.
Deborah – the firstborn – was also accustomed to plane trips. It was the middle child, the tough one, the big cheese of the family – Abigail, who had some difficulties with the whole plane-goes-up-stomach-goes-down issue. She was fairly concerned to the point of needing to hold the hands of her father rather tightly so that if anything happened at least her pater would go with her. Isn’t that sweet? Indeed in the light of her hard-girl reputation and this new fear of flying we changed her name to Abi Baracus in tribute to her A-Team inspiration who likewise had an aversion to flying.
To be honest, re-establishing her tough-girl credentials, she didn’t need her father’s hand on the plane back. This was all the more remarkable as her older sister was rather unhelpful in giving graphic commentary and analysis on the alternative methods in which the plane journey could end. Abigail would have none of it – and quite right too. I cannot for the life of me imagine where Deborah could have learnt to be so devious in her verbal tauntings. (Cough-cough)
The weekend was all too brief to enjoy the delights of Dublin and we are sure to make a return jouurney there at some point to complete the domination we began. It is as you should know the beginning of The Dryden World Tour all motivated by the matriarchal force in the family. Dear Authrine has travel in her blood and now that Dublin has been Drydenised, you can guarantee that no country on God’s green, brown and rather grey earth will be safe from our ever spreading tentacles.
For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
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