Bost newydd

My head hurts even more than Saturday. Tomos Watkin has screwed with me once too often and I have to issue a complaint: Stop making fine ales! I suppose the Welsh victory against Scotland was a catalyst for the imbibation, but a lawsuit could be on the cards.

Now we have to pick ourselves up for one more push. Ireland will be keen and streetwise...can we match them and beat them? By we I mean the fans, because the Irish need to be put in their place in every respect. Please God let us win, it's been too long since we could hold our heads up.

Today I will tend the root vegetables with a mindfulness, considering the change in our fortunes whilst hoping for yet more. I really must push myself back into the routine here on the island or else I'll miss the boat, spiritually speaking that is.