This Vale of Tears

How often do you cry?  Do you do enough of it? I would usually have tremendous difficulty gauging how often I do it, but I’ve just noticed that I’ve done it Saturday, Sunday, Monday and today, Tuesday.  What a hoot!

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The Glory of Housework

It’s Saturday and the start of the Easter holidays for those of us blessed with children. I sometimes equate school holidays with work disruption, expense and boredom but right now I’m equating it with freedom from 10 hours each week of travelling to and from school in the car, from early mornings, packed lunches and […]

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Chicago, Chicago

Every Friday I receive a story in my inbox from www.52best.com.  Here’s a recent one I rather liked, telling two stories about the history of Chicago… The First Story Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn’t famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged […]

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When Enough is Enough

The decluttering exercise continues.  Whenever a house move is imminent I begin with good intentions and start clearing out drawers and cupboards but I still manage to carry 80% of the junk forward with me.  Two moves ago I distinctly remember throwing out sparkly G strings from another age – and another body – and […]

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I’m Back

The rumours of my death are much exaggerated. Sorry, I’ve been gone rather longer than intended.  I’ve moved house – again.  This time to a 200 year old farmhouse said to have once been a safe house for Michael Collins, one of Ireland’s most famous freedom fighters who died in 1922. It’s a beautiful old […]

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Happiness First

Jake and I were negotiating our day over breakfast.  His latest swimming goggles have opened up a whole new underwater world for him so all he wanted was a trip to the pool – for the third day in a row. I on the other hand was thinking that I needed to get some shopping […]

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The Car Park Philosopher

As I reversed my car out of its parking spot and followed the exit arrows painted on the ground, a car approached me with a red-faced rather anxious-looking driver at the wheel. As we were about to pass, he opened his window and shrugged his shoulders apologetically. "I’m sorry.  I think I’m going in the […]

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