After leaving a rainy Manchester, I headed home in time for wee Micheal's christening. The actual christening was in Glasthule church, followed by a reception in Aly and John's beautiful grey house which they had been madly finishing off for this auspicious occasion. Naidi, the Dalkey branch of the paparazzi, was responsible for taking the hundreds of necessary photos - we're still sifting through them.
The weather was only gorgeous which was marvellous because we were all sitting outside at Aly's wearing inappropriately light summer dresses. After the delicious food, the lads (and Muirs, my youngest sister) decided to head down to Monkstown for a quick swim - clearly a ridiculous idea; it wasn't that warm.
Micheal was a very well behaved baby even in the church and only let out a few squawks. He had three outfits for the day including the christening gown that Granny, Dad and all of us wore when we were christened. I don't think I know any other baby who is passed around as much as Micheal.
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