There are moments in our lives which live with us forever. They may seem insignificant as they happen, yet for some reason stay with us for a lifetime. The same is true for places. I grew up in Dublin, our capital city, yet, be it because of DNA or ‘moments,’ a large part of me … More Turning back time.
Twelve days to Christmas, Smile when people ask “Are you all organised?”. Plenty time yet. No need to sweat. Eleven days to Christmas, Enjoy wandering through shops, thinking of what presents your loved ones would like. Ten days to Christmas, Go to your first Christmas night out, enjoy the Christmas songs and atmosphere. Nine days … More The twelve days to Christmas.
I am back from my wonderful holiday, I am refreshed, I have enjoyed every minute. I have also learned a thing of two about myself. Lesson number one is, I have too much rain drenched blood, roaring through my body, to cope with temperatures of over 90 degrees. My favored phrase for the holiday, repeated … More Holiday reflections.
Throughout history there have been so many, who have done so much for my small nation. However as I sit here today, I wonder will my country ever really know, the sacrifice my family has made for it. Let me explain. For the past two years or more, I and my fellow Irish countrymen, have … More Ireland if only you knew what my family has done for you.
As a child I never really imagined, what my future partner in life might look like. I was always a bit of a tomboy, and not overly impressed by boys. However as I grew up, I began to know, exactly what I liked and did not like in a man. Visually I liked scruffy, with … More What makes the perfect man?
Elephants are not synonymous with Ireland, but I’d like to tell you, the true story of, “The Day they visited a farm in West Cork”. Every year we go on our holidays, to a tiny village in West Cork, called Allihies. A similar spot cannot be found anywhere in the world. It is like a … More The Day The Elephants Came To Ireland!
Picture the scene. Three school goers, two of them teenagers, arrive down to breakfast. All three are, their usual bubbly school morning selves! The routine is, that they arrive down and grunt. I assume this grunt to be, “Good Morning Mum”, so I cheerily reply. At this point I note, I have only to be … More Help! I Think I’m Losing My Mind!