Path To Recovery

It's been a painful weekend in Dublin, my wrist in particular hurts from the number of drinks I've raised to my mouth, closely followed by my liver itself, but thankfully not my pride. Through the Guinness I stood strong and took it in my stride... until Monday morning at least when I met my first Irish toilet at point blank range. Thanks to my cousin and his wife (since Saturday) for inflicting such terrible habits on me. And I hope this image departs with them on their honeymoon. Family tree.