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Archives for January 2016

New phone


Posted in: Boys, Daniel, Michael

I have got a new phone. Rejoice with me as the new battery lasts more than five minutes and I will no longer have to go everywhere with the charger in my handbag.

I gave the boys my old one to share. It is an iphone 4S with a broken screen and a very short battery life. Despite its obvious drawbacks and the fact that they have to share it, they were touchingly pleased. They have been downloading apps to beat the band. The current favourite seems to feature platypuses. I suppose we will have to reach an agreement about how much screen time is allowed before their little backs seize up as they hunch over the tiny screen.

New Job


Posted in: Work

I am starting a new job at the end of February. I am somewhat daunted at the prospect but reasonably pleased. I must say, I have been feeling considerably more pleased since telling my colleagues at work and getting congratulated by all and sundry. On the other hand, I have also been feeling sadder about leaving the current job where I have interesting work and lovely colleagues. On the third hand, I could probably do with a bit of a change. I see challenging times ahead though. Wish me luck.

Books of the Year 2015


Posted in: Reading etc.

It’s still time for round-ups; 2015 was not a fantastic year for me on the reading front but I did read some books I really enjoyed. Here are my top five with my review at the time and any comment in italics:

“A God in Ruins” by Kate Atkinson

I think Kate Atkinson is a wonderful writer. This book is superb. The ending is really clever and stays with you. Slightly too much information about flying planes in the war for me, but that is a minor quibble.

“Faithful Place” by Tana French

I read four Tana French novels last year and they were all superb. I would read any of her books and, alas, I have read all of her published novels to date. They were all equally good, really but I just picked this one as representative as I came across it first when searching the archive.

Tana French writes detective stories which are not normally my cup of tea but I love the way she writes and I find the plots really clever also. This one is about a detective from the wrong side of the tracks whose past comes back to haunt him.

“Sisterhood” by Curtis Sittenfeld

This is very good. Not a lot of plot but the writing and characters are brilliant enough to get you over that. And even though it features psychic twins it is not at all clichéd. Truly.

“We are all Completely Beside Ourselves” by Karen Joy Fowler

Nicely written with clever interesting ideas. Better if you don’t know the twist, which I didn’t.

“Being Mortal” by Atul Gawande

This is a bit depressing, if you have elderly or sick relatives. Atul Gawande is a doctor who thinks a lot. He is very interesting and always writes beautifully. Bits of this book originally appeared elsewhere and it doesn’t hang together as well as it might but overall it is very good.

Review of 2015


Posted in: Family, Ireland, Travel

January isn’t over yet, I can still review.

Let’s have the first line from the first post of every month and a photo and the odd comment from me in italics, something I last did with 2012 but I feel a revival is timely.

January

My mother always says that the people you end up being friends with are the parents of your children’s friends.

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Picture is the Long Room Library in Trinity which we visited in January.

February

About this time last year I took Michael to Cork.
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It was also pretty cold in February.

March

I was late leaving work this evening which often happens because I am busy and constitutionally ill-adapted to being on time.
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Carlingford again in the picture.

April

Mr. Waffle is a shadow of his former self.
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Herself turned 12 and went to Hogwarts for her birthday. It was a success.

May

I went to see the Anu production about Gallipoli with herself in Collins Barracks.
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The Princess was confirmed. I went to Antrim with some friends and have been desperate to get back there with my little family ever since. It’s beautiful. The picture is taken near the Giant’s Causeway.

June

Can you think of anything that involves feta, watermelon, ham and chorizo?
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I got a new bike! Herself finished primary school. It was all go.

July

I seized the day.
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The photo was taken on one of our many trips to Charles Fort. Uniquely, on this trip, the sun shone.  We also went to Kerry in July.  Mostly, the sun did not shine there.

August

On Wednesday evening I went for a walk in Dalkey at the southern end of Dublin Bay.
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The picture is from Ireland’s Eye near Howth at the opposite end of the bay. At the end of August, herself started secondary school. Very exciting if a bit startling.

September

We left the house in good time.
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I posted on our August holiday in France in September. The picture is from Caen. The boys turned ten this month – officially into double digits.

October

We come back from holidays in late August and it is heritage week, then there is the fringe theatre festival, then the theatre festival, then culture night, then open house, now there’s the Dublin festival of history and something called gallery weekend as well and by mid-October we are so exhausted that we can face no cultural events for the following twelve months.
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November

Another Nablopomo is upon us. I will be posting every day in November. This post would be longer except I am unwell and going to bed early.
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My sister turned 40 and we all went to the party.

December

Last night the Princess asked me whether I was a Jo and Laurie person or an Amy and Laurie person.
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I didn’t post a single picture in December which seems a mistake but here’s one taken in December anyhow.

Resolutions for 2016


Posted in: Family, Ireland

Last year I resolved that we would a have a dinner party every month. This was a spectacularly poor resolution which was only intermittently successful and nearly sent us to an early grave. We made a list of all the people we wanted to have over but far fewer of them than expected made it off the list.

This year, I have two more modest and, I hope, achievable resolutions. The first is to try to meet again people I have lost contact with – I have already had a notable success in January finally managing to meet an old friend with whom I soldiered in the salt mines as an apprentice solicitor more than 20 years ago. She lives in a distant southern suburb of Dublin and mostly doesn’t work outside home. But I went as far south as I could and she came north and we managed to meet for an early lunch in the city centre before she had to go and collect her youngest from pre-school. I was pleased. She is from Cork and it was nice to compare notes with another exile married to a Dubliner. Her marriage is further mixed in that she is Protestant and he is Catholic and both of them seem to care (which in my experience is rather unusual). She tells me that they alternate between Catholic mass one Sunday and Protestant service the next. This is an arrangement which I imagine is not entirely satisfactory to either and somewhat confusing for the children but marriage is all about compromise and I suppose it is all part of life’s rich tapestry. Anyhow, I digress. 2016 will be the year for digging up long lost friends and I already have January sorted.

My second resolution is to try to spend more time alone. I am mostly with people: working, lunching, bonding with my loving family. But I love to be alone. I am aiming for half an hour a day, we’ll see how that goes.

I am not fooling myself that my third resolution will be easy but I want to try to do something about the piano this year. Wish me luck.

The Perils of Public Transport


Posted in: Dublin, Ireland, Princess

It was windy and wet this morning and Mr. Waffle gave herself a lift to school. She rang me just before she got the bus home. Later she told me that this was the last moment before her life changed irrevocably (slight exaggeration but prepare yourself mentally).

She sat beside her friend and realised that she was feeling a bit damp. She hopped up and discovered that there was a distinct tang of urine from the plush seat and, now, her school skirt and tights were wet too. Some incontinent Dublin bus customer had pre-enjoyed her seat. As she said to me later when she had emerged from a lengthy shower and the skirt and tights were through the wash, “I know it’s an odd thing to say but I think it was worse that it was the wee of a person who would wee on a bus.” I totally know what she means.

I’d say she will be keener on the bike tomorrow regardless of the weather.