Thanks to Michael O Leary, and my very vigilant eye on the internet, I managed to sneak off to Ireland from Girona in Spain (two hours away by motorway) for about the price of a train ticket from Waterford to Dublin and, as the grandson (and his parents) were also heading off to Waterford for the weekend I managed to get a good go of him.

He is getting as big!

Here he shows his appreciation of the blocks I got him in Girona.

With his ever adoring Granda (N.B. the way he uses the right foot as a balancing prop against the Granda’s belly)

With his equally ever adoring Grandma (she was a child bride)

With the Mammy

And another with Granda.

My thoughts are that a few years of education in France through French would give him a terrific basis of the language but so far his parents aren’t biting.