The week when I…(2)

Wouldn’t the return to school have been much easier if we all had chocolate pencils from Leonidas? I should have written something in between this week’s summary and last week, but instead I: Wrote: a Brussels food and drink guide for TheTaste (thanks to Erica for putting in a word for me). There are so…

The week when I…

My memory is patchy. I’ll hang on to knowledge that is only useful for a pub quiz, but forget what my boyfriend looks like (cue awkward airport reunions). When it comes to making recommendations of things to do, I lose my head completely. Lists are my friends. So hopefully this is the start of a good…

Galway Girls (the walk)

Continuing on from Monday’s post… When Grace and I were younger, we were very intolerant of each other. In 2010, she went to Australia for a year, I visited her for Christmas and our tolerance levels improved dramatically. Nowadays, we still have our disagreements, but we can laugh at the ridiculousness of our arguments. It is probably…

Bicycle Race

I’m not massively into cycling, but I allowed myself to be talked into a spinning class early this morning by Fiona. “We can die together”, she said encouragingly. Fiona is my brother’s girlfriend and as they are living at home with my parents while their new house is being built, she knew that I had no…

Galway Girls (the food)

Mom, Grace and I are just back from a mother-daughter weekend in Galway, where we also spent valuable time with Jack and Olwyn. We didn’t abandon the others, I should add. Dad was attending to Drinagh 1916 affairs and Diarmuid had the most important job of all: looking after the dogs. It was a lovely…

Cork Culture: the Crawford

I’m tired. This holiday business is exhausting. All the walking, cooking and blogging is catching up on me. Hopefully an early night ahead of a weekend in Galway will do the job and I’ll be full of joy and energy. Mom and Grace won’t know what hit them. Today, after getting a sassy new haircut,…

The Walkies Club

You’ve seen The Breakfast Club, the John Hughes film from the 1980s, where 5 kids representing different high school cliques have to spend a Saturday on detention together. I’ve been feeling like the principal in that film a lot lately. I’m spending time with all the animals, you see. Between the two houses, there are…

Thirteen going on Thirty

I finally got rid of the last of my teenage diaries. They had been burning a hole in a cupboard at home and it was only a matter of time before Dad found them and scanned them for posterity. I had destroyed half of them in the stove last year, reading selected hilarious passages to Mom….

Sweet Dreams are made of Cheese

This is the one who’s been putting a silly smile on my face for the past seven months. I’ve been trying to think of how to refer to him here…the Romanian, my sun and stars (his suggestion), my sweetheart. I’ll work on it. Other suggestions are welcome. We met in Brussels as the result of…

A crumbled weekend

It’s a lazy Sunday evening and the TV is on strike. We streamed The Grand Budapest Hotel, but now that’s over, the past hour has been spent mindlessly turning the Sky Box on and off and pressing each and every button. It’s not an addiction, you understand, but once we give up, the weekend will…

Wolfmaids

Two important weddings will take place later this year. Colm and Andy, my Australian uncles, will get married in Ballymaloe in July. I’m coming back from Canada especially for it, because I love them, it’s a family wedding and not only that, but will be the first gay wedding in the family. #candywedding2016 The other…

A walk in the park

An issue that has always held me back from blogging on the regular is concern about a lack of originality, the belief that I need to be the first person to ever think of writing about a particular subject. In the spirit of writing practice and this daily project, I’m casting that idea aside and…