Cluck, cluck

This is my lovely sister who travelled back to Ireland on Thursday to get married here.

We had a fantastic hen weekend courtesy of our Dad, Laurence M Smith. He treated us girls to a full day of treatments and lunch in the Ritz Carlton Spa and a meal in Roley's later that evening.



We hit the Ice Bar in the Four Seasons afterwards and on our return home we found he had even thought of this



In between were the willy straws, mini vibrators, strawberry daiquiris and car-to-bar shoes tottering down Ballsbridge main road all done on three hours of sleep. Some of us fell by the wayside while others tottered on to dance the small hours away and on Sunday we lunched outside in Avoca, Powerscourt sipping a hair of the dog.

It is Monday and I've STILL not recovered.