March 15th marked the one year anniversary of our arrival in Northern Ireland. St Paddy's day last year was spent shattered and jet-lagged after flying from Brisbane to Belfast via Singapore, Dubai and London. We'd left Brisbane on the evening of the 14th, which is John's birthday, which I'd totally forgotten about when I booked the tickets (yes, I am very considerate, thankyouverymuch). We made up for the lack of celebration on the day by heading out on St Patrick's day to watch the parade in Belfast, and then out for drinks with my cousin Alex. The parade was a rather sorry and rag-tag affair, and I have to admit I spent most of the time giggling because it looked like random people from the street had just cobbled together a parade at that very moment. The pubs were heaving though, and we drank plenty, with John having his first try of Guinness, which John didn't really like at the time but has come to enjoy after a year of practice.