Lord Byron’s Pistol Club

Thank you all so very much.

For the hugs and the endless cups of tea. For letting me stay in your houses, and mopping up the tears. For listening, for sharing, for bitching, for understanding. For going to lunch, having takeaways and making dinner. For taking me to the Irish-Jewish Museum, to Tropic Thunder, to Eddie Rockets, and to Navan. For always being there for the phone-calls, the middle-of-the-night-texts, the skypes and smoking area chats. For never getting frustrated and for never telling me to shut up. And for never letting me fall down.

There are no words in the world for how great you have all been.  Thank you.