Dublin Pubs vs. Everywhere Else

I spent the last weekend in Dublin again, to meet Candidate #3 in our quest to hire someone to re-design and fix The House.

Well, the weekend went off to a flying start when on Friday night, when Mother-in-Law came to pick us up in her new old white Nissan can-opener she commented on how short my dress was. Honestly, I'm travelling, this is all I had to wear and I was wearing THICK TIGHTS *and* a black jumper over it. It's not as if I was mincing about in the micro-mini and belly-exposing tube top.

The comments didn't end there. Next day, after the meeting with disinterested architect from somewhere in Germany. Not enthusiastic, not in the least curious about the work, didn't even bring portfolio or references. Complete waste of time.