He had a layover in the Shannon Airport.
One of this morning's e-mails told me:
still in shannon . . . had a heart-attack breakfast.
stopped at the aran sweater market and bought a bulky wool sweater.
i needed a sweater.
and got you a pair of knitted socks and a "celtic" scarf.
Yay! He bought himself a sweater! Who would have thought such a thing a mere 24 hours ago?
Color yours truly astounded!
Especially as he's always insisted he cannot wear anything made of wool.