I never liked the Danes

Miriam doesn’t wake gently or gradually. Once she crashes out of bed, the blinds are pulled, windows opened and lights are all ablazing.  I’m not one of those people who needs to be up an hour before I speak to anyone, or have six coffees before I can be polite, but even for me this is a...

Two Left Feet

Feck! Ah Jaysus, feck it.’   I’ve had a disturbed nights’ sleep and wake wondering why I’m dreaming about being in an episode of Fr Ted.  Roughly every 45 minutes throughout the night, Mir prodded my shoulder and stage whispered for me to turn over so my snoring would stop. I...

A Ripping Yarn

We haven’t even checked in for our flight when I realise I’ve left Miriam way behind. Christ, I hope she doesn’t slow me up like this for the next five days. I turn back to see her doubled over.  Typical drama queen, she’s probably going to claim appendicitis or a heart attack....