Something really rather irritating happened on the last night of the Wexford Festival on Sunday evening. I was wearing with pride an enamel shamrock poppy and found on Monday morning that I’d lost it.
There was much sympathy from my friends the next morning at breakfast, one of whom had a spare paper one that he gave me. I put the incident out of my mind until I saw this picture.
When we were at the opera on Sunday I had, frankly, been flattered when the Taoiseach flirtatiously fingered the silk lapel of my dinner jacket in the interval. Draw your own conclusions as to what became of my poppy but I just hopes he sends it back.
Meanwhile here is a recipe for making soda bread kindly shared by Katherine, a reader in Canada.