26/08/2017 Annie’s, Omagh, NI

Breakfast with the Robinson’s.
Plenty fair, home prepared, delivered with love and care and craic.
Painted curbs and bunting for it’s summer and the drums pound and the parades are on the march.
Seal matey and frisbee tekkers on the beaches of castlerock.
Small Town America. The crib of Nel and many an other, swollen in paternal pride.
Annie’s doors open to all and all states of consciousness welcome.
Awkward English silences noted for their absence.
I’ve to meet a shy Irishman yet.
“I know you boy!”
He didn’t.
But he gave us a big cuddle anyway and off he shuffled.

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