Spot the odd sea out. Three of these images are of Galway Bay (and Pink Daughter, Scottish Husband and Blue Daughter), one is of the Caribbean sea (and me). Our sea scores more points for glitter. A small nation squares its shoulders with pride.
And that's not all: our National Lottery has recently gone online. No one need ever be poor again.
[That was a short detour into Irish nationalism in response to the commentators on the last post. I return now to my regular schedule of loitering about, dishing out opinions and remarking benevolently on the first draft of your novel.]