In sickness and in health

Around Easter, the year I met my wife, I watched my eldest brother wed his. Our family drove through to the middle of Ireland, County Offaly - bog country.

First though, we had to negotiate the Irish Sea. It was apparently the roughest crossing of the year. Cold, windy but dry. However, I was OK in my pride and joy, my new fur-lined, beaver-collared suede overcoat.

Inside the ferry was a war zone. Everyone was puking or about to... except me and my dad, who went outside.

Rain fell from upper decks onto my coat... only it wasn’t raining!