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As those who follow my tourts will know, I am currently enjoying a lovely tour of Ireland, visiting many new places as well as the ones that I have been to previously
I have to say that touring is a very pleasurable way to go to work, as it means I enjoy seeing lots of new and fascinating places (as well as meeting some great new people too, of course) - what could be better than mixing work with a sort of vacation experience?

But I did have reason to be a little concerned recently when I was in Dublin
Dublin is a city that I have visited several time sbefore, and i thought I was getting to know it quite well. I have found my way to the great shops, and to Temple Bar! I have seen Guinness and Grafton Street and Phoenix Park. And I thought I was beginning to understand the way that this buzzy and energetic city worked
It certainly wasn't a place that I associated with the old ways of life, with much of the folklore and traditions of times gone by... Dublin seems to be infused with newness and technology and the pace of life is pretty hectic!

But I am wondering.... You see, one evening something very odd happened and I am still trying to work it out in my mind.

I had just had a very enjoyable meeting with a polite gentleman who seemed to be most concerned to make sure that I ended up quivvering all over (thank you J... you know who you are!) and as part of my reward to him for treating me so nicely, I decided that we should play together for a little while with my very new and wonderful pink vibrator. I am not going in to details, but it certainly seems that this was agreed to have been a great idea, and after we finished playing with it, I put the vibrator on the bedside table so that I wouldn't forget to pack it carefully back in its carry case. Well, later on after J had left, I was clearing up and realised that the vibrator was not there any more.

Had I already moved it and forgotten? I looked for it but could not find it. Had J picked it up and taken it with him? No, he was much to nice to do something like that and anyway, I couldn't see him wanting to take a bright pink vibrator back to the office with him! Had it rolled off the table? I looked high and low but could not find it. It had - quite literally - vanished!

But what is really strange is that later that evening I am sure I could hear something whirring... it sounded just like the sound of my lovely pink toy, but somehow it sounded as if it was coming through the wall from somewhere else. The only explanation that anyone can give me when I ask them about this, is to say that "the little people" have decided to play with me and have taken my favourite toy when I wasn't looking!!

Now that has to be an Irish explanation for you, I thought to myself

But what is really strange is that although I did not find my pink toy during the rest of my stay in Dublin ( and I was very upset at its loss, I can tell you!), when I moved to my next town, I unpacked my case at the new hotel, and there, right in the middle of all my gorgeous lingerie, was my vibrator!!!

I know that I didn't pack it there. I thought it was totally lost!
So how can it possibly have been there when I opened my case and started unpacking?

Maybe the Irish explanation is not so far off the truth, after all!