I've only been to Northern Ireland. One of these days I need to go back and see the rest of the island.

I would like to go to those places as well! There are many places I would like to go to.

Canterbury Cathedral was my favourite cathedral growing up.

I'm feeling quite hurt on behalf of Scotland and Wales. Sure, they're not their own nations, but they are their own countries (or, you know, the actual correct semantics), and perfectly lovely and deserving of visits.

When I go to the BBC News website I can click on news for each of the countries in the UK and Ireland. So Ireland usually has some scandal brewing. Scotland has gang killings with big knives. Wales usually has a bit about a new green grocer opening up.

Wales usually has a bit about a new green grocer opening up.

Pony trekking in the Brecon Beacons! Place names you can never pronounce! People who asked my mother where her tail was! What's not to love?

At exactly onerous task time, I began onerosity by getting pulled over. Oops. There had been a semi that was going pretty much the same speed as me on cruise control. He finally decided to pass me, and then saw the cop radaring people, so pulled back into my lane quite close to me. I was still on cruise control, so I just kinda let him.

And then after a little while, the cop rolls up behind me and pulls me over. I was all what? since I knew I wasn't speeding, but no, he pulled me over for tailgating. Which I totally was. Just too lazy to pull off cruise control, tap the brakes for a bit and get to a reasonable following distance. I figured he'd pull away eventually. But no, the cop was totally right to pull me over.

And then I couldn't find current registration and insurance. But he let me off with only a warning, so I was lucky. But the SO was asleep when it happened, woke up when I hit the rumble strip pulling off, so he's going to be alarmed at sleeping while I drive for another good while.

Totally onerous. But he was right, and he let me off easy.

So among the other onerous tasks remaining for the day (overdue report, freaking laundry pile, prep house for work guests next week) I now have: figure out where the hell the intern put the current registration, and find the current insurance cards.

Responsibility is hard.

I feel good about my ability to pronounce Welsh thanks to Bala Cynwyd, PA, and Cwm Rhondda, the hymn tune.

Can someone get this lady to call me back???

I've been to Ireland twice and England -- well, London, because we didn't really leave the city -- once. Delightful places. There is nothing -- nothing -- like an Irish wedding. If you ever get the chance to go, go.

Wales is at the top of my travel wish list, more specifically Anglesey, land of (some of) my ancestors.

I definitely want to go to Scotland! Edinburgh and way up north in Orkney--I want to see Skara Brae.

Liese = Scofflaw.

People who asked my mother where her tail was!

People? More than one?

And, well, where is her tail?