May has been a little odd as regards training. A lot of ‘stuff’ has been happening, between the cottage renovations, my own garden, work, and family matters. This weekend just gone, I had planned to have a break with Saoirse to celebrate her birthday. But once again, life intervened. Not in any dramatic fashion; just … More A lark in the park
Happy May Day to you all. As I sit in my office in Leixlip, the rain is spilling down, and it’s seriously thinking about doing this for the whole day. As it did yesterday. The first of May is traditionally one of the four ‘festivals’. These are Samhain, Imbolc, Bealtaine and Lughnasa. Samhain (pronounced ‘sow-un’) … More May Day!
On Sunday last, Gary and I reverted to type, and took to the towpaths of Kildare for more running alongside a canal. It’s a thing. Possibly an affliction. Certainly in the realms of addiction. But always good to get out. Our early start on Sunday morning was going to plan until a small medical emergency … More ‘Tis folly to be wise
Here follows a short post. Because life is happening right now. It’s not coming to a cinema near you, per se, though that too is life. Life is what happens when you’re busy making plans. John Lennon, apparently, though I doubt anyone will ever accredit a quote anymore these days, thanks to the internet. I … More Life happens
It’s something you might hear a lot in this house. Indeed, I probably said it this afternoon at some point to Saoirse before I headed out for an 18k ‘circumnavigation’ of the town, taking in Castletown Demesne and the Royal Canal, and finishing up through St. Catherine’s Park. I’m just going for a run. Okay, … More I’m just going for a run
The road to hell is paved with good intentions. This has given rise to a Chris Rea number. Quite a good one, actually, now that I think about it, and certainly with a lot more ‘oomph’ than Driving Home for Christmas; listening to that all the way through is like scoffing half a dozen mince … More New Year, Same Old Me…
Christmas is a time of traditions. And like all traditions, their origins (depending on your source of choice) may as well be thrown in a pot and boiled for days, just like a Christmas pudding. Unravelling some of these mysteries can be confusing, and just like Great Aunt Dora’s secret Christmas cake recipe, possibly lost … More More to this than meets the eye…
Back in 1984, on what was then Ireland’s most-viewed programme (The Late Late Show), host Gay Byrne introduced the audience to Ballygowan, an Irish company that was going to sell bottled water*. Oh how we laughed. Roll the clock on a few years, and some execs sitting around a boardroom table pitched the idea of … More Shrink-wrapped and mind-boggled
IN WHICH WE PONDER THE DEEP MYSTERY OF WHAT IS OR IS NOT COMING HOME, AND CONTAINED WITHIN THIS POST IS SOME SWEARING, SO IF WE’RE ALL COOL WITH THAT, LET’S CRACK ON, SHALL WE? Look. If this whole ‘it’s coming home’ business has passed you by, that’s probably not a bad thing. What’s coming … More It’s coming home. Allegedly
“There are places I’ll rememberAll my life though some have changedSome forever, not for betterSome have gone and some remain” In My LifeThe Beatles Okay. Don’t panic. For my friends and dear readers abroad, that’s a little bit of Irish. I know one of my blogging colleagues will not only recognise it, but will understand … More Ar Nós na Gaoithe
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