My New Walking Buddy

My New Walking Buddy.    We are just back from london, and I take my first Dublin walk of the New Year.  It’s lashing rain, grey and miserable, and my usual walking buddy has fecked off to Uganda to save souls or find herself or some such rubbish.  I reckon she’s going to try and write her...

whats in the bucket?

Some of you will be aware that I have been enjoying a new activity or experience every month of this year, to mark my 50th birthday. I’ve had such a great time and done many of the things on my list – and indeed, a good number that weren’t! Here are the various activities I got to...

GAA Mum

I never expected that I’d become one of those competitive GAA mums who spend all weekend on the side-lines, screaming at their off spring, demanding more, berating the competition, and complaining about the Ref. Yet here I am, on a bitterly cold November afternoon, stamping my feet on the side of the pitch...

Negilgence

I’ve been negligent of my blog lately. That’s down to a whole rake of reasons, one of which is that I have been testing the rigour of my heart and judgement, and found both to be far short of being fit for purpose. Perhaps  had I been blogging regularly I would have picked up on the warning signs earlier?...

Widows Weeds

Wearing black to indicate mourning is an established practice in many parts of the world, although in some places, particularly Asia, they wear white, or even red and other bright colours.   It’s apparently an exclusively European tradition whereby widows remain in black til the end of their...

Cheltenham Lit Fest

The programme was pretty overwhelming.  So much choice, so many people I’d love to hear speak; topics I’d love to know better; books I wish I understood more deeply.  And then the inevitable angst: did I choose the right ones? Maybe I should have gone with my gut instinct instead of reading the...