Every year since they were old enough for me to indulge my desire to dress my kids up (ie. under 1), my children have taken part in some kind of Halloween festivity. I swaddled them in every costume I could think of, some of them elaborate creations hot off my sewing machine (a purple velvet…
On board the Oscar Wilde with my colleague and buddy Sharon… Sharon and I are taking part in a project called Bluefish. It’s a joint Irish-Welsh project looking at blue growth and the possible effects of climate change on the marine sector along the coast of the Irish and Celtic Sea. I was tasked with…
The other day, my husband Marcel and I were driving into town. There was a buzzing coming from somewhere in the car. “There’s a bee in the car,” said Marcel, who dreads getting stung. “It’s a bluebottle,” I said. “It’s a bee,” said Marcel. “Oh yeah, there it is,” I said, having spotted a fat,…
“Hands up whose hair drives them mad when it needs a cut,” I said, showing the kids I teach my latest sketch of a barbershop. I had explained that I had been there for two and a half hours, and they had asked why my son needed to go to the barbershop when it was…
Bread. It has sugar in it. But I’m still gonna eat it… This Bread Roll Pizza was my husband Marcel’s excellent idea the other day, and I’ll share what I did in a minute. Neither of us likes going to the supermarket, so these days it’s hard to find something nice in the fridge for…
Borscht and soda bread. Comfort food at its best… Boo-hoo! I am feeling rather sorry for myself today. For the last few years the middle finger on my right hand was refusing to open when my hand was closed. This apparently is called Trigger Finger. It was getting worse, and my doctor recommended an injection…
Chilli for breakfast is a far cry from the porridge and cereal I grew up with, but I love it. Day 5 and I’m back on the wagon. Actually Day 4 I was too as it was the previous day that I fell. It’s Sunday and I thought I’d make Huevos Rancheros, mainly because I…
Off the wagon! And it’s only Day 3! I was celebrating, and there was cake involved. This is how it happened. Under The Cosh My son Paddy is in Transition Year. That means he does very little in the way of actual work, but spends lots of time on personal development. Part of Transition Year…
It’s Day 2 of my Sugar-Free Sketching project. Nothing like a community spirit to increase the chance of success – why not follow my progress!
I am so fed up being fat. After the awful winter we’ve had, I feel like this most days, but yesterday it was worse than usual. I had spent a couple of days with my dad, who is a demon for sugar. He has broken his ankle and isn’t driving so I went to the…