This morning I woke up and made a phone call of total betrayal. I phoned a number saved on my phone to schedule a very important appointment. As the receptionist explained about the two procedures and the need for fasting, I caught a glimpse of Oscar’s face, so blissfully oblivious of the treachery taking place… Continue reading Et Tu, Brute?
I grew up next to the sea, near Sandymount Strand. Sandymount Strand is a strip of coastline which used to just consist of a tarmac path and jagged boulders leading down to the beach. A few years ago someone official got serious notions and put in streetlamps for the dog walkers… Continue reading At Home on Sandymount Strand
One of my first posts on this blog was about the concept of hygge. As part of being a real live adult with a home, Scrubs and I are in the middle of an attempted renovation. Nothing fancy, nothing exotic – no quilted leather walls or extensions for the craftroom I dream of eventually having… Continue reading Hygge-ldy Piggledy Life: The Sequel
Well I have to say… They’re no Lenny. They’re better than Lenny, obviously, but Lenny was chill. He minded his own business and kept himself to himself. He fed himself, watered himself, and on the rare occasion that we ran into each other, we would both stop in surprise, as if we’d forgotten the other… Continue reading T&E (Tired and Emotional)
My kitchen smells like cat pee. Considering I don’t own a cat (yet), this is not a sentence I expected to type. A kitchen can smell like many things – the toast we burned at the weekend, the flapjacks I made on Tuesday, the cacio e pepe spaghetti we ate last night – but I… Continue reading Life Skills Unlocked: Solving the Riddle of the Strong Smell of Cat Pee
Madrid is my soul city. I haven’t been there in about nine months now, and I’m starting to feel that familiar ache that comes over me when I go too long without visiting. Half of my extended family live in the city, and I have been faithfully flying over at a rate of at least… Continue reading Madrid Memories
It is unseasonably warm in Ireland at the moment. In a freak occurence, the sun is actually visible, the clouds are wispy and barely-there, and the temperature has crept up to Irish-sunburn levels (which isn’t very high, but it’s high enough for people to wander the streets in singlets, puffing and red-faced, panting about how… Continue reading Thoughts On… Adulting Struggles
I’ve been living in Cork for the past few months. I’m a Dublin girl, so I’d grown up hearing Corkonians talk about how Cork should be the capital city of Ireland, and how Dublin had robbed Cork of its rightful place as the nation’s most important city… It left me with a somewhat garbled idea… Continue reading Cooped Up in Cork, Ireland
When I was a child, I would read books to teleport out of my life. One moment I would be lying in bed staring at the white ceiling, anxiety clawing at my throat, and the next I would be visiting prickly Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle, or laughing at Dogmatix and his fondness for trees. My introduction to… Continue reading Life Skills Unlocked: Reading for Enjoyment
You know that ad with the tagline, “You’re not you when you’re hungry”? It’s a Snickers ad, I think. They main character has been acting irrationally, but thanks to the healing power of chocolate they shapeshift back to themselves after a single bite of a Snickers. You know the one? I identify strongly with that… Continue reading AH. Yum. Yum.