It just Blu me away

A GIRLS’ weekend away was on the cards for months. Time for me (and a willing buddy) to ditch the husbands and the childers, hit the motorway, fork out for the tolls and head to the big smoke. Our check list: shoe shopping, a concert in the O2, plenty of pubs and lots of lie ins. Dublin, here we come.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

We couldn’t find it. How provincial are we? We had to ring the hotel to ask for directions. Once we got there, thanks to a very patient Adam on the other end of the line, it was all good.