I don’t know about you, but when I’m scared witless, I find a spot of singing can really help. Perhaps I channel my inner Maria Von Trapp a bit much, though you’d have to say it worked out pretty well for her. She escaped the convent, learned to make clothes from curtains, fell in love, …
I wonder what name the history books will give to this strange time. If World War II was referred to in Ireland as ‘The Emergency’, I propose we call this one ‘The Inconvenience’. Everyone is being put out. Older people asked to stay locked up at home, young children tolerating new and inexperienced teachers with …
It’s that time of year when my internal voices meet up for their Annual General Meeting and wreck my head. The head of the ‘good girl’ department tells me it’s time for purification, to repent and prepare. The mistress of slimness tells me it’s time to cop on and finally make this the year, I …
Ordinary Plenty 