(A wander over to the first part of this soggy tale is probably a good idea, if you haven’t already been there). By the time I’d flipper-flopped my way out of the pool, strapped on a weight belt and completed one more backwards-walk into the water, the group had become accustomed to sitting on the bottom. Hubby… Read More No, Scuba, no! (the finale)
Ok, so we’ve already established that basically, I am rubbish at sports. Always was, no doubt always will be. My sad little attempt to master the art of horse-riding many moons ago left no illusions on that score. But despite the humiliation of that hapless endeavour, I still wasn’t quite ready to give up and just… Read More Scuba, anyone??
This morning I got the very sad news that a beloved aunt of my husband had died. Quite suddenly, or so it seems. Having come through an emergency operation quite well, we were hoping for a recovery to carry her that bit further. A recovery that would see her march on a little longer through… Read More Goodbye in any language is a big ask
The thing is… I never really thought about it before, but just now it hit me – I’ve worked my way through so many emotional moments in Dublin airport since I began living abroad, that I can probably trace most of my significant ‘life changes’ back to small passages of time spent to-ing or fro-ing… Read More Aer Lingus, more than just a logo
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