Pleased to report that Dsis and I had a truly wonderful time in Dublin mainly thanks to the kindness and willingness to help of the Dubliners, both native Irish and incomers from all round the world (only a third of Dublin Residents are Irish!). Airport staff, fellow passengers, hotel, shop and bar staff and passers by, leapt to our assistance at every turn, lifting our luggage, finding us seats, giving us directions. We were overwhelmed and began to worry that we appeared older and more doddery than we felt. However, a young man explained that it is the 'Cult of the Mammy' which makes Irish lads respectful and kind to all older ladies.
Best of all was the propensity of almost everyone to engage in easy conversation, to have a blether, with folk in a bus queue, seated next to them in a cafe or mostly in my case in the many partially enclosed 'smoking areas'. We visited most of the historic sites and gained a better understanding of Irish History. We found that we knew most of the traditional Irish songs from our days in a folk group, were singing along with great gusto.
Meanwhile DH, though rather confused, enjoyed his time in Respite Care, said he was very well fed and looked after but somewhat embarrassed to be given help in the shower and with dressing by a young woman. They say that Absence Makes the Heart grow Fonder - this certainly seems to be the case as I was welcomed home with hugs and cuddles and numerous expressions of thanks for all I do for him and apologies for taking that for granted. I expected him to plead with me never to leave him again but instead he has said that the 'break' has done us both good and we should do it again. As a bonus this has given the DDs an insight into how tedious and tiring the endless confusions and repetition of questions from their Dad can be. He usually keeps up a cheery front when they visit but was unable to maintain that over the longer period.