It was just about warm enough today for Rebecca and me to want to eat some ice cream. The Sunday market at the Tobacco Factory once again obliged our whims, a chap there was selling micro batch ice creams and when tiramisu is a flavour it's so, so hard for me to say no. We were mostly in that neck of the woods to do some birthday shopping for some chums of ours, any excuse to go down North Street basically. In between cups of coffee we begun watching Derry Girls and quickly binged half a season. Add to the mix a sheppard's pie for dinner and you got yourself a winner of a weekend. Only a partially broken PC slowed the fun bus down, but a sweaty 20 minutes was a small price to pay.
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