I went to Amy's birthday lunch today expecting to be one of many, when in fact I was the only one that turned up (everyone seemed to either be sick or busy). So after lunch we braved the St Patrick's day crowds and browsed in the city and the valley. I got her Boccaccio's 'The Decameron' for her birthday, since she's a fan of that particular genre of literature. I figure that it doesn't count in my lenten vow to give up book shopping because I was buying it for her, rather than for my own enjoyment.
Off to watch Michael Collins now. Because Liam Neeson, Alan Rickman and Ian Hart seem like a good way to finish the day.