THE WRONG BUS

THE WRONG BUS

Having just returned from a wonderful few days back in one of my favourite places, I thought I would share this which was written back in 2012 and featured on RTE Radio One’s Sunday Miscellany.   We soon realised we were on the wrong bus.  Instead of heading out...
SNOW LESSONS

SNOW LESSONS

In the suburbs, leafy and otherwise, the only remaining evidence of The Beast from the East, Storm Emma and the little brother of the Beast are mounds of dirty, icy snow languishing in dark corners of footpaths and gardens.  Looking back, I can now reflect on the...
Girl of my girl

Girl of my girl

I had 32 days.  32 days in Perth, Western Australia; days of living Australian while fruitlessly searching for some good, sharp blackberry jam to go with my homemade scones (yep, I see what I did there.)  I did manage to source Kerrygold butter, which my daughter told...
A very expensive jaunt on the LUAS

A very expensive jaunt on the LUAS

I have a salutary tale to tell you and one which should be of interest to anyone who uses public transport, especially Dublin’s Luas. I am not a regular user of public transport, as I work mainly from home and my forays into the city are usually at off peak hours and...
Budget Day and Da

Budget Day and Da

Budget Day always makes me a bit scratchy.  A bit uneasy.  I feel like the world is shifting slightly on its axis and I worry that something important may get dislodged in the process.  Something that may cause a domino effect of tumblings, scattering vital bits of my...

Oh, what a night(ie).

My father stood at the top of the stairs and viewed all the kerfuffle in the hall below.  My mother was in a bit of a spin but not as much as one of my brothers who had clearly decided he was the ‘man in charge’ of this unfolding new situation.   My younger brother...