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A Judgement on me or the Cycling Advocate’s Comeuppance


Posted in: Dublin, Ireland, Siblings

Last night, I ordered takeaway from the local gastropub. It’s only a 5 minute cycle away. A 10 minute cycle back as we live up a hill. But I was tired and took the car. I had to go the long way round because of the bollards at the end of the road. When I got on to gastropub road, the traffic was backed up for roadworks. I turned off the main road and went by a sneaky rat run but at the end of my rat run, the traffic was backed up forever. I was talking to my sister via the phone on the radio (is that bluetooth?) and after about 15 minutes with the engine switched off, I hopped out of the car to walk up the road to see what was happening. I took my sister off the radio and walked up holding the phone to my ear. Surprise result: the roadworks were holding everyone up at this junction too. As I got back to my car, the traffic finally started moving, I hurriedly said to my sister, before tossing the phone on to the passenger seat “Stay on the line, I’ll put you back on bluetooth in a sec,” and turned on the engine. There was a Guard passing and she looked at me, smiled and wagged a finger. I was fit to be tied and tried unsuccessfully to gesture that I was not talking on the phone while driving one handed. I suppose, really, it was a fair cop though.

Anyhow, I picked up my take away eventually and carried it home triumphantly. I had the “buttermilk crispy chicken” and I had a different vision from what I got which was basically chicken nuggets.

In short, the whole thing was not my finest hour.

Lads, even Homer nods.

It’s beginning to look a lot like…


Posted in: Cork, Family, Ireland, Princess, Twins, Youngest Child

Normally I am very against Christmas starting much before December 15 and certainly not in November, however, this year is different. I have bought my Christmas teas and I am liking them. This week I took delivery of a Christmas jumper for herself. She really likes it. “I might get one too,” I said with, possibly, excess enthusiasm. “Don’t do that,” she said, “because then I would have to burn this one.” My tentative proposal for family Christmas jumpers have been definitively nixed. Perhaps for the best.

In other news, Michael’s classmates had to give presentations on a topic of interest to them and one boy did his grandmother who died a couple of years ago and almost everyone was in tears. I love this for a bunch of 15/16 year olds.

Alas, the boys are tired of cinema night and want a break this weekend. Is next weekend, when I get to choose, too early for a Christmas film? Suggestions on family Christmas films welcome.

And finally, I was talking to my father and, inspired by a podcast I was listening to on aviation, I asked him when was his first flight. “1936, when I was 11,” said he. There was some kind of air show in the field where they subsequently built Cork airport and, in exchange for a fee, I suspect, people were taken up for a short flight over Cork. He enjoyed it very much, thanks for asking and even after 84 years he continues to sound pretty enthusiastic about the experience although he did temper his enthusiasm by saying that had he known then what he now knows about plane safety in the 30s, he might have been slightly more wary.

Saturday, November 14, 2020


Posted in: Dublin, Ireland, Middle Child, Twins, Youngest Child

Daniel and Michael went on a scavenger hunt around town with school yesterday which they both enjoyed. Michael could not find Leinster House, the seat of the Irish parliament which I have been pointing out to him for a lifetime. Who’s sorry now, eh?

We had take away from the local gastropub (parents) and Domino’s pizza (children) for dinner last night. Satisfactory though possibly not healthy.

I worked yesterday afternoon instead of taking my half day but the advantage of this is that I have hardly taken any work home this weekend which is an absolutely massive improvement over the last two weekends.

I slept until midday today. I am really a champion sleeper (we take our achievements where we can) and after a leisurely brunch faced into my day. I had bought Michael two pairs of new trousers online. Right in the leg but too wide on the waist we discovered. Daniel took one pair but the other are too small for him and too big for Michael. Alas. Perhaps he will grow into them. Herself pointed out that I have bought my teenage sons trousers that would be perfect for retired British army officers and I realise that is true. She has started calling Daniel “Major Major” which did not add to the already limited enthusiasm he was showing for brown corduroy trousers. In my defence I offer that they looked less late middle-aged online and there weren’t a huge heap of choices on the website.

Mr. Waffle and I went off to the bathroom shop as part of our very slowly progressing plan to redo the upstairs bathroom. In exciting Irish celebrity news on our way there we saw Conor Pope consumer correspondent of the Irish Times heading into Lidl and when we got there design legend Hugh Wallace (so described in every episode of “Home of the Year”) was ahead of us in the bathroom shop and spent ages talking to the shop assistant. A thrill a minute, lads.

Basically, all quiet on the Western Front and tonight is cinema night. Hurrah!

Wednesday, November 11, 2020


Posted in: Dublin, Ireland, Middle Child, Twins

I am indebted to the school Twitter account for the information that Daniel and some class mates won a school science competition and for sight of the video that accompanied it. They tell me nothing. I cross-questioned Daniel looking for further information on his school life. “I applied for the Green school committee, but I didn’t get on,” he told me. I was outraged. As herself explained on her siblings’ behalf, “This is why we can’t tell you things.” I see.

In other news, I got absolutely soaked on the way home from work. I see new rain gear coming up on my exciting Christmas present list. My waterproof trousers let in water at the back of the knee. How does that even work from a physics perspective?

Tuesday, November 10, 2020


Posted in: Dublin, Ireland, Middle Child, Twins, Youngest Child

The boys had a session with Roddy Doyle today as part of Transition Year. They liked it. We had a debrief over dinner. He’s 62 and bald and he answered all their questions. A boy from Dan’s class’s mother grew up next door to the house where one of the families lived in the film of “The Snapper” or possibly “The Commitments”.

I did not get the job I interviewed for and I feel a bit sorry for myself. As Monica so memorably said all those years ago in Friends, “Why can’t a learning experience ever be fun?”

I am treasurer to the parents’ council in school and we had the parents’ council AGM via zoom this evening. Underwhelming and not really welcomed by anyone after a day in the office.

And how was your own Tuesday?

Fame! Almost


Posted in: Dublin, Ireland

A location scout asked whether we would like our front steps to feature in a programme called “Modern Love”. Mr. Waffle looked up the reviews: they were poor. On the other hand we were offered €500 for this mild inconvenience. We consulted over dinner and after some discussion we decided that we would go for it. We contacted the location scout but, alas, no reply. I fear our front steps may have missed a real shot at fame.

In other news, an electrician came to the house to fix the broken socket behind the microwave. We live exciting lives of almost infinite variety here. This is what you get with daily posting, I fear.