Juice, afternoon in the pub and eclipse.

1. There is pink grapefruit juice at breakfast, which no one likes apart from me.

2. Sunday afternoon, and there's musicians sitting in the corner of the pub playing Irish tunes for us.

3. The moon isn't high enough during the eclipse, so we miss out on the spectacle of a blood-red moon with a bite taken out of it -- but we enjoy looking at the sky in hope, nonetheless.

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