There's no point doing it in the car, you'd be driven mad by all the one-way streets and the narrow lanes. I finally found something a few weeks ago . . . I won't jinx it by saying exactly where it is but it's an old church hall and I plan on doing a lot of the work myself.

So I can put the bicycle away for a while. I'm dying for the deal to close so I can get started on it.

I'm part of a big family and most of them live in Dublin so some of us would always get together for a meal on Sunday, sometimes at my mother's house and sometimes at my brother Tadgh's. It's a big multi-generational thing and the food is always organic . . . that's important to us.

When I'm not property scouting in Dublin I'd usually be visiting my girlfriend Georgia, who's living in Bologna at the moment. She's studying Italian and teaching English as well. I've been over a good few times.

Sometimes I feel guilty about all the flying from an environmental point of view but I miss her too much to stay away. In Bologna, we'd probably have a late night on Saturday, usually going out for dinner with friends, so things get off to a slow start on Sunday. Bologna is a city of arcades and it's possible to walk all the way from the centre up the hill to a beautiful church.

There's a restaurant up at the top where they serve great simple food and there's a good wine list.

The maitre d' looks like Bono, he even has a mullet.

After lunch I'd have to start heading for the airport, which makes me feel a bit melancholy.