tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807238897188927967.post2867097603396201694..comments2008-08-18T10:10:54.740+01:00AMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00559413440743290550noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807238897188927967.post-66588613829923435212008-08-18T02:57:00.000+01:002008-08-18T02:57:00.000+01:00Not the best story he's written, mind you, but I thought of it when I read of your family's trip. I split the difference between you and the missus-- I always hold that genetics trumps where you happen to have been born, so I long for the cooler climes too. Nice shot of you and the weans in tow! <BR/><BR/>Roddy Doyle, "Bullfighting," The New Yorker, April 28, 2008. <I>http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/features/2008/04/28/080428fi_fiction_doyle</I>Fionnchúhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16616876266772470719noreply@blogger.com