She’s on her way from Manchester to Una’s with Carmel, in preparation for the Heathrow flight which gets her here on Wednesday morning.
On the phone last night, she was coy about her experience of the family holiday in Ireland, only saying that she doesn’t want to do it again if all that’s on offer is sitting on the beach.
Interestingly, when I asked whether she saw the hostel (one of the home-hunt’s more interesting discoveries but not pursued), she gave an answer that I’ve used but haven’t heard from her before: ‘We’ll talk about it later’. She said that she and Kevin crawled all over the place; that it’s just as beautiful as its pictures; that Kevin would like to renovate it when he retires in a few years; and that, ‘It’s complicated’. I feel a project proposal in the wind!