January 6th

I’m glad nobody reads this diary, because if somebody did they would be dragging me to Alcoholics Anonymous today.

I spent the evening with Sophie, Marion, Yolande, and a cluster of other friends at the new steak house in Drogheda, not because we wanted steak but because they’ve a great cocktail menu. It was Women’s Christmas, the west of Ireland tradition where the women-folk get a night off on January 6th as a thank you for all their hard work over Christmas.

“We don’t do this in Nigeria. I think I will tell my sisters about it. They should try it.” Yolande was on her second pina colada.

“Excellent, let’s spread this worldwide,” said Sophie, swirling a straw in her...

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