[Closed RL: Ireland, Ianto, and Jack]
[She hated meetings. Especially meetings in London that basically consisted of "Hi, I'm the sister of your country's personification, I'm the personification of the Republic of Ireland, nice to meet you" and then an hour and twenty minutes of the new PM trying to get his head around that while she worked on birthday presents.
Ah well, at least politics were over for the day and she had homemade soda bread in hand (well, in bag, but details) and she was in a car that was pulling up to the Millennium Plass in Cardiff, Wales. With a smile she tipped the driver and sent him on his way before looking up at it.]
My, but this place has changed in thirty years, hasn't it? [Shaking her head fondly she pulled out her mobile and dialed Torchwood's number, not seeing Ianto or Jack around.]
Ah well, at least politics were over for the day and she had homemade soda bread in hand (well, in bag, but details) and she was in a car that was pulling up to the Millennium Plass in Cardiff, Wales. With a smile she tipped the driver and sent him on his way before looking up at it.]
My, but this place has changed in thirty years, hasn't it? [Shaking her head fondly she pulled out her mobile and dialed Torchwood's number, not seeing Ianto or Jack around.]