I could have sworn I saw four horses! I stand to be corrected. We had an afternoon's shopping in Truro today (a 75-minute drive), so this morning I rustled up a hasty Spotify playlist of Pogues songs which we played in the car both ways. Jollity, reflection and tears all in good measure, but mostly jollity. Brown eyes, NYPD choir, sick bed, summer in Siam, rainy night, Sally's boozer, Almería once again (a place we love!). Sad to say, I must be on my way, said the heart-shaped sign. Shane, I love you, baby!