My difficult middle child landed in Dublin yesterday, for a month of meeting family and attending music camps.
Today, she has sent a picture of herself holding a bottle of Pogues whiskey. I've let her know if she isn't carrying a full one when she steps off the plane at the end of the month, she's not welcome home!
(To be fair, before she left i gave her a credit card for "emergencies", and I did allow as how the finding of such a bottle indeed qualified as such).

