On queuing

I have a terrible memory for faces, even those of close friends and family. I’ve got the receipts. But I will never forget the face of a person who skips a queue. That face is burned into my brain folds for all time. This “healthy” respect for a line of people planning to avail of…

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…

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…

Spring cleaning

I’ve been neglecting the blog again. This can be chalked down to work, luuuuurve and soaking up my last few weeks in Brussels. But really, like dusting my flat and going for long runs, it’s me being lazy and saying “I can do this later, when I have all the time in the world”. And…

Gold Dust Woman

I don’t know who decided that jewellery was going to be my thing. I suppose the realisation that I could and would wear anything was convenient when it came to buying presents (no sensitive ears for this girl). This is still the case, thanks to Dad and his travels. Some gems include gold Pharaohs from…

Continuous Partial Attention

I have an article stuck on the wall behind my computer monitor. It is from the Times , asking “Have we forgotten how to concentrate?”, and I have glanced up at it a number of times this week. This is a common problem in our society, with easy distractions available at every turn – texts,…

Thoughts on a New Year

Yes, I know. It’s February, a bit late to be welcoming the New Year, but we just had the Belgium GAA AGM, and it’s left me with a few concerns. Firstly, now that Olof is no longer chairman, does this mean that he will stop referring to himself as Chairman Mao? Will it give him…