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A Head Start

7 November, 2021
Posted in: Middle Child, Mr. Waffle, Princess, Twins, Youngest Child

Saturday, November 6, 2021 (continued, yes, continued, this is what I have been reduced to)

We went out to dinner with friends last night and had a really wonderful time.

A definite highlight was their reaction to my apple jelly. I had given them a jar previously and they loved it. I mean really loved it, God I was delighted. I only regretted I hadn’t brought some more as there is lots more where that came from.

Our hostess opined that I was a closet Protestant given my jam making proclivities. I am not sure whether this is thing elsewhere but in Ireland Protestants are generally assumed to be good at crafts, baking and jam making. Although my mother’s family is descended from the Palatines who came to Limerick in the 1700s and my father frequently described her instincts as puritanical (“always leave when you are enjoying yourself most” was one of her catch phrases), I don’t really think that’s it.

She was in a position to have a view as her mother-in-law (our host’s mother, try to keep up) was a Scottish Presbyterian who, because of ne temere brought up four Catholic children. It was their own choice to send the boys to a Jesuit school but, I suppose, in for a penny, in for a pound. It was interesting to hear our host talk about going to Presbyterian services with his mother a couple of times a year; they were long but they had Sunday school. Once, when he was a child, there was some all-Ireland Presbyterian jamboree taking place in Dublin and members of the congregation were asked to put people up. His mother, explaining that she had a Catholic husband and children, put up two Presbyterians from Northern Ireland. Our friend said they were very pleasant men but terrified: they had never been in Dublin before and they had certainly never stayed in a house with Catholics but it all seemed to pass off peacefully. We had a chat about religion and he said, “I do it for the local Catholic community not for Rome.” Talking about “Rome” like that was so strange to me. I don’t really think of Rome at all or certainly not in the same way, it seems to me. I think having parents with two different religions must make you think about religion much more than if both your parents are Catholics and it feels like everyone else in the universe is too (Cork in the 70s and 80s).

We had a chat about our weekend in the Hague and it turned out that the gin production woman was their next door neighbour before she and her husband moved house. Because Ireland is tiny and we do, in fact, all know each other.

Sunday, November 7, 2021

In other religious news, our parish priest began this morning’s sermon with the words, “Remember, remember the 5th of November.” Does that strike you as at all odd? I mean he went on to talk about November being the month of the dead but I thought it was an unusual opening line even (or maybe especially) for someone who spent a long time working in England.

After mass I went into town and bought the head. I am delighted with her.

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Michael and I had a mild walk in the Botanic gardens leaving Daniel at home to finish his homework. Poor Mr. Waffle was a bit under the weather and went to bed for a nap.

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“And finally,” as they say on the news before they come to the human interest good news bit at the end. Thirty years ago, I moved in to a house share with a French girl in Brussels. In all the intervening years, we’ve stayed in touch and we’ve exchanged children and visited each other reasonably regularly. Today our daughters, of their own volition, met in England where they are both studying. Herself sent me photos. I am quite delighted.

Hope you had a good Sunday yourself. More tomorrow, God help us.

Reading

8 November, 2021
Posted in: Reading etc.

A Woman of Substance by Barbara Taylor Bradford

I heard this author on an old “Desert Island Discs” and thought that I would try her amazing bestseller. I came to it with an open mind. Honestly, I found it pretty tedious. It’s about a self-made millionaire who drags herself up by her bootstraps. Not for me but can millions of people be wrong?

The Dark Days Club by Alison Goodman

Regency romance meets demon slaying. A friend thought it might appeal and I can see why but it didn’t really.

The Long Long Afternoon by Inga Vesper

An excellent whodunnit written in English by a German author. I am filled with envy.

Trouble at Law by Cyril Hare

Another whodunnit: a legal one from the golden age of crime fiction. I quite enjoyed it but the plot was a bit challenging to follow; much turns on the Statute of Limitations.

Making it Up as I Go Along by Marian Keyes

Appealing short essays by the ever excellent Marian Keyes.

Kiss Myself Goodbye by Ferdinand Mount

This is an interesting which I found really enjoyable. The author investigates his rich aunt’s secret life story. I will tell you this, it is quite the story.

Magpie Murders by Anthony Horowitz

Another detective story. Only alright. It’s a story within a story and, if you ask me, he could have done without the framing device.

Nothing to Envy: Real Lives in North Korea by Barbara Demick

I found this really, really interesting. The clue is in the title. North Korea is a very odd place and people lead extraordinary lives cut off from the rest of the world. This book was published in 2010, I think so perhaps things have changed a bit but not much, I’d say.

Diary of a Somebody by Brian Bilston

This guy writes funny poems and he got a whole book out of it. Not bad. Mr. Waffle really enjoyed it.

Giggling in the Shrubbery by Arthur Marshall

A lovely collection of letters from (largely) English women about their experience of boarding school in the first half of the 20th century.

Apeirogon by Colum McCann

This is a beautifully written book. In essence it’s about the fathers of two young girls (one Israeli, one Palestinian) who were killed respectively by a Palestinian suicide bomber and an Israeli soldier. But it goes all over the place in an interesting way. It reminds me a bit of WG Sebald’s meanderings. I really liked it but it was very, very sad so possibly not ideal pandemic reading.

Diary of an MP’s Wife by Sasha Swire

I quite enjoyed this entitled Tory view from the inside of British politics over the period 2021-2020 but it ultimately became a bit tedious. I would recommend all the same.

The Man Who Died Twice by Richard Osman

This is the second in the Thursday murder club books. These are lovely books. Great characters, great plots, set in an old people’s home.

An Education by Lynn Barber

This is a memoir by a well-known journalist. The author is very frank and does not spare herself or anyone else. Harsh at times but interesting.

The Once And Future Witches by Alix Harrow

I don’t know what possessed me to borrow this. It is basically a fantasy novel set in the late 19th century about three sisters who are also witches. I got into it in the end but it was a bit of a slog.

The Lost Words by Robert MacFarlane

This is really a children’s book but I heard someone talking about it on a podcast and got it out of the library. It is beautifully illustrated and a clever idea: it is a series of poems about words for things from the natural world that are apparently disappearing from children’s vocabularies. Not arcane words but very ordinary ones like conkers and bluebells. Seems a bit unlikely to me. Nevertheless would make a lovely present for the under 6 in your life.

The Farm by Lough Gur by Mary Fogarty

I loved this book. It’s the story of Mary O’Brien as told to her (Anglo-Irish) friend and covers the period 1858-78. It was first published in 1937 and apparently generated a storm of controversy as people thought it was all strongly edited by the friend. But it rang true for me. My mother was born in that part of the world in 1936 and was brought up on a reasonably big farm nearby. A lot of the experiences described as happening on a farm in the 1850s weren’t too hugely different from what my mother told me about her own upbringing on a farm in the 40s (my grandfather used to go out on his horse and trap and pick up people to work in the house in hiring fairs; there was an old neighbour who never washed as it “took all the oils out of your skin”; my grandmother fed dozens of people who worked on the farm every day). Our heroine attended the same girls boarding school that my mother subsequently attended and all the boarding school stuff brought back memories of my mother. The nuns woke them in the morning by saying “Praise be to Jesus” and until I read that I had forgotten my mother telling me about it (still a practice in the late 40s/early 50s when she was there). Mind you, my mother was never a morning person and I’m not quite sure that this wake up call had the effect intended.

It was lent to me by a friend (she of the 50th birthday in Holland) who is from the same part of the world and she loved it as well. It may be a bit specific but if you’re from North Cork or South Limerick, this is the book for you.

Re-educated: How I Changed My Job, My Home, My Husband and My Hair by Lucy Kellaway

Again, a really enjoyable book. I’m on a bit of a roll here. What I liked about this was how her views changed as she went through the experience. I have lots of views on people who know nothing about teaching but decide to set up a teaching charity (her); academies in the UK (where she taught) and the belief that just because you’ve had a great career in the city, you’ll make a great teacher. However, the author does acknowledge her failings and definitely learns something along the way but the idea that teaching is a vocation which can be done by a gifted amateur with little training, is, in fairness, anathema to most Irish people. Teachers are relatively highly paid here, go through lengthy and rigourous training and are hugely respected. Also Ireland is still a much more equal society than England (I mean almost everyone in Ireland was poor 150 years ago). All of that helps to bring about better outcomes across all schools. But in fairness, she can’t change the world and she is trying. She puts into words some thoughts about the middle-class safety net that means that children can fail or try other avenues in a way that is much less open to working class children which expressed something I have been reflecting on a bit myself. Recommended.

Baby it’s Cold Outside by Emily Bell

Exciting disclaimer: this was written by a relative. It’s for a Christmas readership and, as Mr. Waffle said, it’s like a love letter to Dublin. If you plan to visit Dublin you could do a lot worse than follow in our heroine’s footsteps around the city. It is mostly very sweet but occasionally acerbic and laugh aloud funny. I would really recommend as a fun Christmas read. Updated to add: I understand it’s currently 99 p on Kindle. Get that Christmas shopping done early etc.

Illness Stalks the Land

9 November, 2021
Posted in: Middle Child, Mr. Waffle, Siblings, Twins, Youngest Child

Mr. Waffle and Daniel both have colds. They’re also both double-vaccinated. I decided that it might be worth getting Daniel a Covid test to be on the safe side. Appointments for tests are hard to get at the moment – cases are high it appears and testing higher, the system is clearly at capacity. I’ll keep him home from school for the rest of the week and we’ll see where we are. Daniel is delighted at this turn of events as his father’s reading of the HSE website is different from mine and he thought Daniel could go back to school tomorrow – unwelcome news which was conveyed earlier but overturned on appeal. I might pick up an antigen test in the chemist tomorrow. Mr. Waffle thinks I’m crazy. Mr. Waffle is firm in his belief that he (himself as opposed to Dan) definitely doesn’t have Covid. Michael and I are fine, you will be pleased to hear.

Meanwhile in Cork, today is my sister’s birthday and she took the week off work to celebrate in a mild way and promptly fell down the stairs yesterday and twisted her ankle. Alas.

Your own seasonal illness stories would be welcome.

The Hearth has its Reasons

10 November, 2021
Posted in: Middle Child, Mr. Waffle, Siblings, Twins

The other day I was reading a column by this new (to me) Australian journalist in the Irish Times (Brianna Parkins, I like her). This column, which you may read at the link, should you feel so inclined basically says that because I would do a better job at cleaning is not a reason to do all the cleaning and have your (male) partner do none.

Mr. Waffle and I are in the happy position of being able to pay someone to do our cleaning for us. This morning I asked the cleaner whether she could do something about the sooty tiles at the front of the fireplace. She did. They are sparkling. I am delighted. I summoned Mr. Waffle to look. “Um, what am I looking at?” said he. “The tiles in the hearth, look at them!” “Are they different, good or bad?” he asked nervously. Brianna Perkins has her work cut out I would suggest. Yes, I did do this for the pun in the title. We are a third of the way through NaBloPoMo and inspiration is not what it might be.

In other news, saintly Daniel made dinner tonight. His cold (hopefully not Covid – test tomorrow to be sure) is much improved. My brother has two spare tickets for the Ireland – New Zealand rugby match on Saturday and spread joy by giving them to Mr. Waffle and Dan.

And finally, have I come down with a cold? Yes I have. Am I having a Covid test at 8.30 in the morning? Yup. Can’t wait. Anyone else worried that their cold might kill someone?

Sick of It

11 November, 2021
Posted in: Middle Child, Twins, Work

I began my day with a Covid test. I cannot recommend it as a way to start the day. It was a beautiful morning though.

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I worked from home for the day which I find quite stressful. I didn’t want to spend the day coughing over colleagues and I was sick as a dog. Here is my lovely home workstation at close of business.

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God, I really hope I haven’t got Covid. Daniel went for a test at lunch time. I hope he hasn’t got Covid either (he had to get a cotton swab up both nostrils – poor Dan). I now have one colleague whose whole family got it (including himself); one colleague whose wife and daughter got it; one colleague whose two sons got it and, as of this evening, another colleague whose wife has come down with it (updated to add: he got it too). Our work Christmas lunch was, predictably enough, cancelled today. There’ll be a virtual secret Santa instead. Be still my beating heart.

In other news, it’s still too warm to put on the Aga. I know, the planet thanks me.

I am about to retire to bed to recover from the vicissitudes of the day.

Send some good news.

Dealing with Uncertainty

12 November, 2021
Posted in: Cork, Ireland, Siblings

Lads, still no sign of my Covid test result. I was supposed to be getting on the Cork train at 3 this afternoon to go for a birthday dinner with my sister. I’ve pushed out the booking to 5 and am checking my phone at 2 second intervals to see are the results in. It’s going really well for me. I mean, even if I have it, knowing would be better than the uncertainty.

Anyway, I feel a bit better than I did yesterday so that’s something. Hold on to your hats and prepare for exciting updates.

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