Mr. Waffle

On Holidays – Week 1

14 August, 2021
Posted in: Boys, Daniel, Dublin, Ireland, Michael, Mr. Waffle, Princess, Siblings

Monday, August 2, 2021 – Bank Holiday

The plumber returned. He’s keen to finish at least. We drove up to Carlingford, Co. Louth for the first leg of our holidays. It’s about 90 minutes from Dublin so a short drive. We stayed in the delightful, though oddly named, Ghan House. Recommended.

We had lunch in the town which is right beside the hotel. Inspired by friends, I had booked us in for activities. After lunch we went zip lining. We all quite enjoyed it. The children are experts and I found myself reasonably alright except for the time I got stuck in the middle of the zip line like Boris Johnson at the London Olympics.

Our hotel restaurant, sadly, did not open for dinner on Mondays. We went into the town in hunt of food. It was not very successful. We were briefly seated outdoors at a pizza joint but no sooner had we got our legs under the (socially distanced, no you can’t move the tables together even if you are from the same household) tables than the waitress arrived out and said, “We’re not serving anymore, the kitchen is closed.” This was 8 in the evening but there you are. Mr. Waffle said that it was like the staff were from Communist Eastern Europe and were having no truck with the idle ways of the West.

We had a slightly difficult combination in that the boys and Mr. Waffle and I could eat indoors but herself as an only partially vaccinated over 18 had to be accommodated outdoors. Eventually, a nice woman took our number and our order and said she would call us when an outdoor table came free. We mooched around the (v pretty) town a bit.

We admired King John’s castle. Imposing but, you know, we were a bit hungry.

Herself suggested we go back to the hotel bar. There were no staff in but they had an honour system and herself went behind the bar with her hand sanitiser and got us all drinks.

A great time was had by all but we were nonetheless, pretty pleased to get a call about 9.15 that our table was ready.

Carlingford isn’t perhaps the best spot for vegetarian options. Herself said that, having missed breakfast in the haste of our departure, she had had vegetable soup for every meal. Alas.

Tuesday, August 3, 2021

We were up with the lark to go off canoeing. I may have overdone the whole activity thing. Mr. Waffle and I had only a very brief opportunity to admire the view from what I think was the best room in the house.

We trekked off to the adventure centre and down to the water where we all got into wetsuits. Herself said that Michael and I looked like “Fattypuffs and Thinifers“. Neither of us was delighted. However, the actual outing was fun and our guide took us to a cave and had us stand under a mountain stream which, due solely to his remarkable enthusiasm levels, we were all clamouring to try.

After our adventure, we drove out of town to this, pricey enough but pleasant, garden centre/shop/cafe. It was in the middle of nowhere and proof, as herself pointed out while we stood in the queue for food, that if you build it they will come.

We had a quiet afternoon, exhausted from our activities. I thought I had bruised my sides but it turned out to be muscles I never knew existed squealing in agony following the unexpected activity. I went into town and visited the craft shops. I love a craft shop but I am trying to stop buying things as my parents’ house is full of things that I will be finding a home for and where on earth will I put everything.

We had booked dinner in the hotel and, cunningly, reckoning that there would be nothing Michael would eat, when booking I had asked could they make pasta and pesto for him. It was not a success, he was offended and grumpy and as herself has observed, this family runs at the rate of the grumpiest member. So even though the other two ordered away and the food was good, Michael’s outrage hovered over the meal like a gloomy rain cloud taking from the general bonhomie of the party. It was the first time we had eaten indoors (confusingly, herself can eat indoors if she is a resident in a hotel) and the portents were good but, alas, it was not a success.

Wednesday August 4, 2021

The activities continued unabated. We went to an escape room which was broadly enjoyable. In the course of our efforts to escape the young man who ran the centre had to give us hints via typed messages on a monitor. At one point one of the devices we needed was out of battery and I held it up to the camera gesturing that it was broken in the belief that he could see but not hear us. The monitor popped into life saying, “I can hear youse, ha, ha, ha”. This may have been moment of the match for me.

After the escape room triumph we went to the local library (small but with a very good selection of books), an antique/bric-à-brac place (where I restrained myself from purchase with difficulty mostly on the basis that anything I wanted to buy was almost certainly available in my parents’ house somewhere for free) and more craft shops. I was fascinated by this item in the antique place. What, we ask ourselves, was its journey from Milton Keynes to Carlingford?

I enjoyed seeing a large dog make off with a slipper from a shoe shop with his owner in hot pursuit shouting angrily. The owner went back to the shoe shop and insisted on paying for the slippers although the woman in the shop was equally insistent she should not: it is a small town and they clearly knew each other. In fairness to the dog, I can see why it was hard for him to resist galloping off with this item clutched firmly in its jaw.

We had lunch at a food truck (in Carlingford, yes, very nice too, I have to say although it’s far from breakfast burritos we were reared etc.). I thought of visiting Dundalk or Drogheda but my friend from Dundalk pulled no punches in telling me that they were “fairly basic towns” with only St. Oliver Plunkett’s head to recommend them. The children balked at the saint’s head so, leaving that treat for another day, we headed home.

When we got home, the plumbers were still there, there was grit everywhere and herself announced bitterly that there was an (as yet unused) toilet in her bedroom. As I pointed out to her, if we had visited St. Oliver Plunkett’s head, it might all have been sorted before we got home. She was uncomforted.

Thursday, August 5, 2021

I was up at 7 as the plumber was due at 7.30. You will recall that the work was to be finished last Friday. Mr. Waffle and I went out for breakfast leaving the children in bed. We ran into the postman who said that he had tried to deliver a parcel to us yesterday. We knew because we got the notice to collect it from the depot. “Never mind that,” said he, “I’ll drop it into you about 10 in the morning.” In fairness what a service.

We had invited friends of ours (a family of six who were over from the Netherlands – she’s Irish, he’s Dutch and the children are a mix but all v tall) to lunch. When the invitation was issued, we did not expect that the house would still be full of workmen who from time to time, as the mood suited them would turn off the water. We made a beautiful plum tart from the plums in the front garden. It looked amazing but, oh dear, tasted unbearably bitter. Alas.

Notwithstanding the logistical challenges, it was lovely to see our friends. The children all get on and we were all invited to our friend’s 50th birthday in the Hague in October. Very exciting. She made me laugh by telling me about her brother getting a new sign for his pub. The sign writer asked him, “Where do you want the apostrophes?” As though they were a decorative feature.

The plumber left without installing the sink which, for mysterious reasons, is not available until Monday week. Look we have a toilet and a shower. It’s a start.

Friday, August 6, 2021

A plumber free morning. Mr. Waffle took Daniel to a dentist’s appointment at 9.30 which I appear to have made in a moment of insanity. I believe my thinking was, let’s get it out of the way early. I dragged myself out of bed at 9.30 so that I would be up to let the postman in. Inevitably the doorbell rang at 9.35 while I was in the shower. I scooted down swathed in towels to pick up the parcel. The postman was unfazed. I assume he is well used to seeing people in various states of undress.

I made more jam. I am sick of jam. And it now appears that apple season has started.

We were supposed to go on a sailing trip around Dublin Bay in the afternoon. “No experience needed just buckets of enthusiasm,” said the website. I had definitely overdone the activity drive and no one, least of all myself, was in a position to display anything like buckets of enthusiasm so I was delighted when they rang up to cancel because of the weather.

A nice lady who lived on the road died. She was a great gardener and had given everyone cuttings over the years. A saintly neighbour offered to make up a bouquet for her from flowers from our gardens. Everyone was keen and she was immediately inundated with messages from people on their holidays saying, “Take stuff from my garden.” She did an amazing job and made up two big bouquets using all the flowers which seems to have been a big hit with the dead woman’s family.

One of the other neighbours said, “We must get you on to the flower arranging team for the church.” No good deed goes unpunished but I think she will probably be alright as she is, I believe, Protestant and it’s the local Catholic church for which her expertise is being sought. I’ll leave them to figure that one out themselves.

Saturday, August 7, 2021

I did almost nothing, exhausted by my week of exertions. My brother was supposed to be in Dublin for lunch but only made it about 6 which is late, even by his notoriously lax standards. A bale of hay fell on the motorway and chaos ensued leading to hours of delay. Really. He went straight out to see friends but is supposed to be spending the night here. We await developments.

As I was making more wretched jam in the afternoon I listened to an excellent podcast about the two girls who nearly drowned on paddle boards last summer. Sounds a bit niche but the nation, including me was rivetted by this (ultimately) good news story at the time. It seemed so improbable that they should have been rescued and, listening to the story, I am even more surprised that they made it. The families involved sound like lovely, lovely people and the whole thing is well worth a listen.

On Sunday, we are off to Sligo for week 2 of our holidays and then Kinsale for week 3. I will update you on our return. I am sure that you are on the edge of your seat out there.

End of Term at Last

7 August, 2021
Posted in: Boys, Cork, Daniel, Dublin, Ireland, Michael, Mr. Waffle, Princess, Siblings, Work

Monday, July 26, 2021

Mr. Waffle and I are both facing into slightly grisly weeks at work on the basis that we are going on holidays on Friday never to return. Alas, that is not true but I am off for 3 and a bit weeks and Mr. Waffle is off until September. Rejoice. Just the week of doom to get through first.

The plumber arrives with his son to do up the bathroom. This was originally scheduled for last October but Covid did not permit. The plumber is keen as mustard. He arrives at 7.30 and says that he will be finished by Friday. He proceeds to cut off the water for the day. Herself is not delighted but at least the boys are safely in Cork.

Indoor dining can resume for the lucky vaccinated.

Tuesday, July 27, 2021

Herself enjoys another day at home with the plumber and his son and no water.

When we returned home that evening she told us that she had overheard the plumber on the phone with a client: “Look,” said he, “I’ve tried to explain to you and I’ve explained to your husband; to put it in terms you can understand, your heating system is fucked.” On seeing my precious firstborn, he said, “Sorry, I forgot you were there.” Indeed.

I had my first indoor dining experience with my Covid cert at lunch time. It was grand. Worked fine.

Daniel and Michael returned to the fold. They were not delighted by the upstairs bathroom situation but who would be? They had an excellent time in Cork with absolutely beautiful weather.

Wednesday, July 28, 2021 – Anniversary

This was our 20th wedding anniversary. “What is it for 20th?” Mr. Waffle asked. “Porcelain,” I said sapiently. Yes, indeed, the plumbers were still in situ. Plumber père announced to us at 7.30 in the morning that they would not be finishing until the following week. Unsurprising but unwelcome intelligence. Mr. Waffle and myself went down the road for an early restorative breakfast to recover.

Meanwhile, as you will recall, it is jam season. There is a bumper crop of plums from the tree this year and I constantly have some kind of jam process on the go. Daniel and herself helped me stone plums on separate nights. “It’s like that Seamus Heaney poem,” I said. Michael, however, remained unwilling to assist even when I made him read out the poem aloud. Alas.

I didn’t get home from work until 9, sadly, and no sooner was I in the door than poor Mr. Waffle was called to a work emergency. We’ve had better anniversaries. We can celebrate on holidays.

I rounded off the evening by driving out to a distant suburb to pick up herself from a friend’s house.

Thursday, July 29, 2021

The plumbers have installed a temporary shower in the utility room (it’s bad but not quite as bad as it sounds). The space is tiny, like a shower on the ferry. Better than nothing.

Herself had some friends around to the back garden. I sent them all home with a jar of jam.

Mr. Waffle and Daniel went to the Aviva: more live sports, where will it all end. The home team triumphed against, I want to say, a team from Luxembourg?

As we contemplated the ongoing works in the house, herself asked, “When we are looking after the house, do you think we are working with it or against it?” I said I thought not, remembering my father who always said, “Entropy is against you.” Perhaps it was just a low moment.

The plumbers said they would not be coming the following day but the tilers were coming on Saturday. As the plumber said, “They don’t have great English but they’re good tilers.” “Where are they from?” we asked. “Romania maybe,” he offered.

Friday, July 30, 2021

A plumber free day. And my last day in the office before 3 and a bit weeks of holidays. Rejoice. I got a work call in the afternoon (when I was off) which was not a great sign but never mind. I took herself off to get her first vaccination. Rejoice, rejoice.

Saturday, July 31, 2021

We had a very normal morning in pre-Covid terms. Herself joined her parents for breakfast out. Mr. Waffle and I cycled into town to pick up a light fitting for the bathroom. He went home then and I went on to see the Martin Parr exhibition in Temple Bar which is excellent. So good that I bought the exhibition book even though it has an introduction by Fintan O’Toole (Ireland’s foremost public intellectual) whom I find very trying. I took in the National Library photography exhibition as well. I went to the Temple Bar market and bought some bread for lunch. I went to the shops and bought more jam jars (planned) and a dress (more spontaneous). It was the most normal morning I have had in ages and I am so grateful to the vaccine for giving us our lives back.

It was a longer morning than usual though as the tilers arrived at 7.30 and I was keen enough to get out from under their feet. They’re from Transylvania actually, thanks for asking.

Mr. Waffle discovered as he was going about the monthly neighbourhood clean up that our misfortunate next door neighbours have got Covid. Only their 18 year old was not fully vaccinated but they all got positive tests and are dutifully self-isolating at home. It was particularly grim as they were supposed to be in Schull on their holidays this week.

I had been notified that a book I wanted had arrived at the library. Myself and Dan cycled up at speed, anxious to get there before it closed at 4. We had, however, forgotten that on bank holiday weekends, the library is closed on Saturday. I love my library and it provides an amazing service but this drives me crazy and it catches me every time.

I took the boys up the road for a haircut. As we were crossing the road, I met the waitress from the cafe at the top of the road whose daughter is in the boys’ school. She said how big the boys were and that she hadn’t seen us in ages. I pointed out that the cafe was closed and wondered were they re-opening now. Apparently not, after seeing the 96 pages of regulations, the owner has decided that they will remain closed to indoor dining for now. Understandable – particularly when they have a well-established bakery. It seems pretty difficult for cafes and restaurants – I do feel for them.

Sunday, August 1, 2021

At mass, the leaflet said that one of the saints whose feast occurs this week was Saint Eusebuis of Vercelli. It was such an odd name that I looked him up. Quite dull but his wikipedia entry refers to St. Lucifer of Cagliari. I kid you not. He’s worth a look even on the basis that wikipedia feels no need to comment on his unusual name.

I went into the Hugh Lane gallery on my own in the afternoon (my family having declined this offered treat) and had a sustaining tea and a bun in Bewley’s afterwards. How much am I enjoying having my life back? Very much indeed, thank you.

Heatwave!

18 July, 2021
Posted in: Boys, Cork, Daniel, Dublin, Family, Ireland, Michael, Mr. Waffle, Work

Monday, July 12, 2021

Daniel came back from basketball camp crippled after a day of intensive exercise. I saw him limping down the stairs and he said, “This is like ‘The Lord of the Rings’. It’s going to be a very lengthy journey.” Poor child. And he had to cycle to and from the venue. He was exhausted.

It was peak marching season in the North. At this time of year, I always feel sorry for the Northern Ireland tourist board.

Tuesday, July 13, 2021

My covid vaccination cert arrived by email. I am now free to travel all around the EU. The thrill. For the moment, I will, alas, be staying at home. Herself was supposed to be going to London next week and after much grief and heartache we decided to cancel the flight. Poor miss.

Apparently indoor dining is to be allowed for the vaccinated and their children under 18 from July 26. Does this mean we leave our 18 year old out on the terrace when we go for meals on our family holiday in August?

Herself returned from Cork in great form having had a restorative couple of days. She and my brother get on like a house on fire. She is trying to drag him into the 21st century. He’s a work in progress.

Wednesday, July 14, 2021

Bastille Day, my father always liked to celebrate this and was almost always in France to do so. I thought fond thoughts of him.

Daniel arrived home from basketball camp burnt to a cinder (it was supposed to be indoors but they went outside for lunch and he had no sunscreen). I’m beginning to wonder whether he will make it out of there alive.

Herself bought some of her course books and they arrived and she is delighted with herself. I’d say she’ll enjoy college.

Thursday, July 15, 2021

Daniel and Mr. Waffle went to the Aviva stadium along with 6,000 other people. It was the biggest sporting outing in a while. They saw local heroes Bohemians demolish some club from Iceland. Great rejoicing all round.

Friday, July 16, 2021

It was very warm indeed. In a welcome return to normality, the Princess and I had lunch outside on a terrace. We both enjoyed it very much.

In what was definitely not normal, but pleasant all the same, Daniel and I prepped for a barbecue dinner. He and I have started working together on Friday night dinner and we’re quite enjoying the challenge of our family of tricky eaters.

Saturday, July 17, 2021

I had breakfast at the end of the garden sitting on our fancy new wooden bench. It was extraordinarily warm. I was sheltered by the tall bamboo growing between our garden and next door. Our older neighbours are a bit deaf. When they sit out, they have a penchant for jazz classics which they play at what I am sure they think is a perfectly acceptable volume. It is actually pretty loud. Mr. Waffle has taken to referring to the end of the garden as the “Bamboo lounge”. It’s pleasant; the green shade, the gliding bench and the jazz classics in the background. Glad I don’t mind jazz though.

The Irish Times was full of interest featuring the sale of the cousins’ house in the property bit and information on a new gardening programme on the back page. Three gardeners will come and judge your garden (one of 18) and presumably some prize will be given to the best overall garden. I was a bit surprised to see that one of the three judges is next door’s gardener who has done a bit of work for us as well. We rang him recently to come and tidy up the garden but he said the earliest he can come is October. No wonder when he is off filming. I can attest that he is a good gardener.

That evening for cinema night we enjoyed the first fruits of Ireland joining the Francophonie. You think I am joking but I assure you, I am not. The upshot of this was I got free access to a French film for Bastille Day (long story) and I put it up on the big screen for our family viewing. Very enjoyable, actually: I can recommend “Le Sens de la Fête” which is funny and suitable for family viewing. Not always a given with our film night choices.

Sunday July 18, 2021

I think our parish priest might be on his summer holidays. We had a substitute who gave an excellent sermon. Did you know that the etymology of the English word “nous” is from the Greek for mind, intelligence? That was only the beginning. The role of St Jerome in translating repent, Laudato Si’ and climate change, the bishop’s crozier; it was all happening. On the way home, Michael said, “Are we in trouble when the church is more concerned about climate change than our Governments?” Maybe so, maybe so.

Having spent all of the previous day commuting between the hammock and the bamboo lounge, I decided I would go out and have a swim. No one was interested in coming with me so I went on my own and it was quite satisfactory. The suburban beaches were full to the brim but the water was the warmest I have ever experienced in Ireland (the sunshine, the quantity of infant wee, sewage in Dublin bay, a combination of these?), I didn’t even have to pause for a moment on heading in to the water.

Then when I got home, I had some work to do which had been hanging over me all weekend. I spent a good hour at it but it’s going to need more than that. Sigh. I have decide to get up at the crack of dawn tomorrow and finish it off in the office.

Possibly time for bed. I hope the weather is pleasant where you are.

A Vaccinated Fortnight!

11 July, 2021
Posted in: Boys, Daniel, Dublin, Ireland, Michael, Mr. Waffle, Princess

Monday, June 28, 2021

I woke up the day after my second jab feeling slightly under the weather and very sneezy. But I was fine really.

Tuesday, June 29, 2021

I woke up feeling the picture of health. However, the nation was not in such good nick and indoor dining, which had been due to start July 5 was delayed until July 19 at the earliest. Alas, this wretched Delta variant.

Herself came back from her trip to Killarney where she and her friends had a lovely time. They spent 3 hours cycling around Killarney National Park. That’s a lot of cycling. They hired bikes and had to give a form of ID to guarantee them so, very reluctantly, her friend E handed over her passport (who travels to Kerry with a passport?) and then spent three hours worrying that it was going to be stolen. It wasn’t.

Wednesday, June 30, 2021

Herself got her braces off. Oh frabjous day. It’s been a long haul. The orthodontist spent the lengthy appointment mulling about why he left Belfast, “I said it was the troubles, but really it was Niamh.” Herself was not in a position to comment on his musings as she was unable to close her mouth but the practice nurse and he had a good old chat. I know for a fact that he is married to not-Niamh with 4 children so I hope he isn’t too inclined to share these thoughts.

It was a beautiful day and there were loads of people eating out, town was delightful. Mr. Waffle took the boys off ziplining in the Dublin mountains which was a hugely successful expedition except Daniel broke his glasses. Happily we had spares at home as he was off to Cork on the following day and is blind without them.

Thursday, July 1, 2021

Mr. Waffle had his vaccine appointment at 9.05, he had been due to have it on Tuesday but had to defer as he had a work thing he couldn’t get out of. He was v pleased though to be fully vaccinated and in the observation area before his appointment time. I must say, they are flying through the vaccination programme, it’s very gratifying.

Daniel and Michael went off to Cork on the train. The journey was uneventful except for a crying baby. It must have been truly awful because another woman (described by Daniel as “looked like an experienced mother”) came down the train and picked the baby up. God the horror, the poor mother.

Mr. Waffle sent his Scottish friend in Vienna birthday bagpipe greetings – he felt that was the least he could do after she found the “Lola Rennt” DVD for us. He had seen the ad in the back of Private Eye and thought, “Who would want that?”. Well, now we know.

Friday, July 2, 2021

I went to the dentist and he took an x-ray. He spent ages complimenting me on the quality of my roots (yes, really) and told me that I was the only person he had seen that week with all of their original teeth (really?). On the bad news front, he says a tooth at the back is dead (this has been a long time coming – stay away from frozen mars bars) and I will have to have root canal on it. I am not looking forward to that and it is going to cost me a fortune. Sigh.

Herself came as well and the dentist complimented her on her new improved teeth which was good because she finds them a bit weird after so long in braces. I think they look great but I suppose I am not really the one to be pleased.

The three of us went for dinner in outdoors in a local restaurant. It was our our first time out to dinner since last summer and it was lovely. Herself ordered poorly though and to her utter mortification, the restaurant refused to charge for her main course as she had eaten so little of it. I will definitely be returning with my valuable custom.

Meanwhile the boys, having had a cruise of Cork harbour in the morning were having a delightfully unhealthy dinner in Cork.

Saturday, July 3, 2021

I spent my money locally. I quite enjoyed it. I went to the picture framer who is only ever going to open by appointment in future, Covid or no Covid. While I was there, he turned away a man at the door who wanted to buy a framed print for €145 saying he had to make an appointment or purchase from the website. The customer was, understandably in my view, irate. Can this be a good business model? We should all go into picture framing, there’s clearly a fortune to be made.

Herself and myself went to all the nice food shops locally of which there are quite a few and bought various appealing things. One of the shops was giving away free books and despite the fact that we do not need more books, we found ourselves gravitating towards it and were unable to stop ourselves picking up a couple. Alas.

Herself had done a very thorough tidying of her room and had oceans of stuff to give away. I offered the text books on the neighbourhood whatsapp group but no joy. Why does no one need text books? There was a bouncy ball on a spring which had me in a quandry. The charity shops won’t take toys and I didn’t want to throw it out. I attached it to the front gate with a sticker saying, “Free to a good home” and couldn’t help noticing that the six year old across the road appeared to be having a birthday celebration (Covid compliant in the garden, I trust).

Mr. Waffle and I cycled into town to inspect the outdoor dining options. I mean, fine, but Ireland just isn’t a warm dry country and that is slightly problematic. On the plus side, when we came home, the bouncy ball was gone.

Sunday, July 4, 2021

We cycled out for miles along the canal, beyond the Dublin ring road to drop herself to a friend’s house. We wanted to see whether it could be done safely. It could.

I had my last online bookclub. The next one will be in person because we are all vaccinated. How I rejoice! Online was better than nothing but meeting in person is much, much better.

We spoke to Mr. Waffle’s sister in England and her husband and four year old. She sang us her new song: “It’s coming home, football’s coming home…” I put my head in my hands to try to ensure that she understood that she is half Irish but that didn’t seem to put her off at all.

Monday, July 5, 2021

I had lunch with a friend. So wonderful to be returning to the lunch circuit.

Tuesday, July 6, 2021

I went out blithely without a coat. It lashed. Oh God it lashed; I got soaked on the way home. On the plus side, herself made dinner. She went all out to prove the deliciousness of vegetarian food. Not bad, I have to concede.

Wednesday, July 7, 2021

The boys came back. They had a great time: they went ziplining, played tennis and pitch and putt and spent hours playing Magic and other nerdy board games with my sister’s partner. I am so glad that they had a change of scene. In fairness, my brother and sister made a big effort to entertain them as well so I’m suitably grateful.

Thursday, July 8, 2021

I had a dull headache all week. It was not better. Poor me. I couldn’t help wondering was it in some weird way, vaccine related even though it only started a week after I got my shot.

Friday, July 9, 2021

Finally restored to health, just in time for the weekend. Herself, very nobly, cycled into town with her brothers and deposited them in front of the dentist where I met them. The dentist pronounced himself broadly pleased but Daniel has to get two fillings. Alas.

Daniel and I went to shop for dinner ingredients and he announced that he planned to make Gordon Ramsey’s teriyaki salmon. Extremely pleased.

Saturday, July 10, 2021

Herself headed off to her aunt and uncle in Cork for a few days.

I went out to a pitch miles away to watch Daniel play a GAA game. Alas, they lost. I chatted on the sideline to a local politician whose son is a handy mid-fielder. I mentioned where we live and she said, instantly, “Oh, I know where you live.” That’s politicians for you. Man of the match was this tiny little fellow who was half the size of the other boys. My son tells me that he is going to be representing Ireland in mixed martial arts. No wonder the larger boys stood well back.

Sunday, July 11, 2021

The weather was manky. The boys and I went to mass. Limited seating available but they definitely lowered the average age by quite a bit.

After lunch, sparing the boys, Mr. Waffle and I went for an outing to Wicklow. We went to the German military cemetery. A fawn leapt into the road in front of us and wandered off into the hedgerow. We went to the Powerscourt Garden centre which was very satisfactory and the Avoca coffee shop which was not. I am a big fan of the Avoca coffee shop but on this occasion it was appalling. Seven young people behind the counter tried and failed to serve two groups of customers with anything approaching promptness. The Victoria sponge I ordered was still frozen in places. As we went out (still outdoor dining lads) to enjoy our purchases, we saw one of the staff wiping down tables with a squeegee floor mop. I mean it was wet but it didn’t overall increase confidence. 1/10.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, the summer of outdoors:

We wandered into Enniskerry which has been Disneyfied for the making of “Enchanted 2”. It was pretty crowded but the guards sheltering from the rain in front of “Beauty and the Book” assured me that it was the least crowded it has been. I was impressed despite myself by the impact of the movie magic.

And even the Spar:

Meanwhile, herself cycled to Cobh with her uncle. When they got there, there wasn’t a train due for 90 minutes so they cycle back to Cork again. 20kms each way, lads. At least it wasn’t raining.

How is the weather where you are?

Almost at the End of the Road

27 June, 2021
Posted in: Boys, Cork, Daniel, Family, Ireland, Michael, Mr. Waffle, Princess

Sunday, June 13, 2021

I went to in person mass for the first time in a long time. Fine, you know, mass like.

I realised that notwithstanding my freedom to go anywhere in the country I had perversely not ventured further than 2kms from my home all weekend.

Monday, June 14, 2021

I had a medical check-up before work. Spoiler alert, I’m fine but could be thinner. I had a spectacular bruise on my arm all week from where they took blood.

My brother reported from his holiday in West Cork. His clutch gave out between Barleycove and Goleen. This is not a good place for your clutch to give out; I will give you that. He seemed relatively unpreturbed.

Herself had Irish paper 1 and maths paper 2. I startled a poor schoolgirl who was getting her lunch in the same shop as me by asking her how she thought the maths paper had gone. Look, I was curious to know. It went fine you will be pleased to hear both for herself and the girl in the sandwich shop.

We’ve had a bit of a re-org at work and I find myself doing my old job and my new job at least temporarily so only dragged myself away from the excitement of this about 8 in the evening. Alas.

The boys’ school reports turned up. Pretty good all things considered including that they have had a mostly online school year.

Tuesday June 15, 2021

It was my mother’s second anniversary. My sister sent me flowers. Unclear how I managed to forget until then but I did I fear. I can’t believe it’s been two years since she died. It seems in some ways to have gone very quickly.

Herself had Irish paper 2 which passed off peacefully and Daniel, yet again, had training. Since his return to hurling he now has training/matches four nights a week and on Saturday afternoons. I am not sure how sustainable this is. It is making week night dinner a bit challenging. We can either eat before 6.30 or after 8.30. So, it’s 8.30 most of the time. That’s ok in the summer holidays but I can see it being problematic once we’re back to school.

My little niece in London turned 4. It’s so weird that we haven’t seen her in the flesh since she was 2 and now she’ll be going to school in the autumn. Wretched Covid.

Wednesday, June 16, 2021

It was Bloomsday. Lots of coverage but relatively limited impact on me. I took a picture of the seagull babies standing in the chimney tops opposite my office.

Herself had her French exam. It was fine.

Thursday, June 17, 2021

Herself agonised a bit about whether she would skip the art written exam and rely on her calculated grade but in the end she went in. It’s so strange this year when loads of them are skipping exams because they have the calculated grade to fall back on.

Friday, June 18, 2021

I booked us in to various activities for when we spend a couple of nights in Carlingford. I rang the office. God, I love to talk to people and explain what I want rather than filling in the online booking form. The man I spoke to recommended a number of restaurants in the town for our dinner as well. Is this available from an online booking form? It is not.

After dropping my bike off for a post-purchase tune up, I hopped into the car and drove to Cork. It was my first time back in Cork since my father died. It was a bit strange but I was very glad to be back. My brother was still in Schull so my sister kindly offered to feed me which was just as well. This was the state of the fridge in my parents’ house.

And, the unkindest cut, this was the state of the tea caddy.

I always forget how much later it gets dark in Cork that in Dublin. My sister and I went for a walk around the Lough and here it is at 10.30 at night.

No filter as the young people say.

I went home to my parents’ house and spent the night there alone – the first time in as long as I can remember that my sleep was undisturbed by the BBC World Service blaring from the bedroom next door.

Saturday, June 19, 2021

I went into the Crawford Gallery which had a good exhibition. It juxtaposed research about people who were killed in the War of Independence with recent pictures of the places where their bodies were found. It was strange to think of these perfectly ordinary places where I have passed hundreds of times without a second thought being the sites of violent deaths.

I went into the Market to buy some food for my lunch and I was greeted by the sight of this wreath. So much for the Rebel County moniker.

I thought that town looked a bit grim. A lot of places closed down and overall a bit grubby and depressed. Over a year of Covid has not been particularly kind to Cork.

There was much talk of Prince’s Street being pedestrianised and people dining out and it was nice but limited.

That said, there were a lot of new buildings since my last visit and a lot of ongoing works. The Square Deal furniture shop on Washington Street (my mother’s nemesis – “how can that place keep going when it sells such ugly furniture?”) has been knocked down and presumably something will arise in its place.

After lunch I went across to College to pick up a Father’s Day present for Mr. Waffle. For someone who did not go to UCC he has an impressive collection of t-shirts from there. College was pretty quiet but the shop was open and there was a wedding in the the Honan Chapel and a small group of students graduating. The beginnings of a return to normality.

I spent the rest of the afternoon packing up items from my parents’ house to bring back to Dublin. I found it curiously exhausting and depressing. I checked each item with my siblings and they were quite relaxed about seeing them go, indeed, I was encouraged to take more. On this preliminary raid, I took 4 boxes of stuff including (with mild reluctance) 9 volumes of Peyps. Peyps was a great favourite of my father’s but I’ve never read any of the diaries myself. No time like the present, I suppose.

That evening we had a small birthday celebration for my aunt who turned 92 either on June 20 or22; her mother and her birth cert disagreed and this dispute has never been satisfactorily resolved and it is unlikely to be now.

We reminisced about my father a bit and we were reminded by my aunt how, very annoyingly, when asked to tell a story to his children he would say, “One dark and stormy night the captain sat down and said to the mate, ‘Mate, mate, tell us a story,” so the mate sat down and said to the captain, ‘One dark and stormy night the captain sat down and said to the mate, ‘Mate, mate, tell us a story.'” And so on until we gave up in despair.

My brother returned from West Cork €500 poorer but with his clutch repaired.

Sunday June 20, 2021 – Father’s Day

I went up to the graveyard to see my parents’ grave before driving back to Dublin. It’s a good graveyard and never fails to be of interest when I visit. My mother is buried in my father’s family plot and I thought of the old Irish proposal, “Do you want to be buried with my people?” Ah yes, romance.

When I got back to Dublin, everyone showed a gratifying level of interest in the unboxing from Cork even though it was mostly ware.

Herself had expressed an interest in the gossip chair so I brought that back for her. She seemed gratified.

Neither Mr. Waffle nor I have fathers any more which is odd and something we are still getting used to – not that either father was a great believer in Father’s Day.

Daniel was meeting a friend in Liffey Valley shopping centre (miles away) and I collected him. Honestly, it’s so far away, I felt I was half way back to Cork by the time I got there. We live quite near the centre of Dublin, you would think that this might be a handy spot to meet friends.

Monday, June 21, 2021

The longest day of the year. I met a friend for lunch which was delightful. Herself went out for dinner with friends to a gastropub in Leixlip of all places. Again, I would say, what is wrong with the city centre, did all of these Dublin based people really need to go to another county? She had a wonderful time though and it was great to pick her up and see her so happy and animated. She hasn’t had much fun this year. “Did you tell them that Leixlip is a Viking place name? As you know, Leix is the same root as Lax and it means salmon leap,” said I. “No, I didn’t, as I felt I was as weird as I needed to be without mentioning it” she said, “but if it’s any comfort to you, I thought it.” My work here is done.

Tuesday, June 22, 2021

Herself stopped me on the stairs as I was leaving for work to tell me she had a bad dream about physics. Ah, the Leaving Cert dreams, they are starting early.

Mr. Waffle’s soccer started back. He’s delighted. I’m delighted for him.

Wednesday, June 23, 2021

Herself had her dreaded physics exam. Alas, it did not go well and she is slightly in the horrors but I remain reasonably optimistic that between this and the predicted grade she might yet get what she needs but she was pretty glum, God love her.

In more cheering news, the plumber who had really gone to ground says he will come and redo the bathroom this month. I’ll believe it when I see it but at least we have a quote now which is progress.

And even more cheering, I got notified of my second vaccine appointment.

Thursday, June 24, 2021

After an absolutely epic administrative battle with Eir, Mr. Waffle succeeded in getting my old phone unlocked and it has been passed on to Michael who is only mildly pleased.

I went in to work without my coat as it was so fine and got sodden as I cycled home in the lashing rain. Alas.

Friday, June 25, 2021

Mr. Waffle ordered a gliding bench for the back garden. It is identical to one which was in his parents’ house and I am delighted with it. He is a genius. First unlocking the phone now this; what a man.

Herself had her last exam (applied maths) and now it is all over. It’s so weird to think that she will never be a student in the school again. She’s had a tough couple of years with Covid and the exams felt like they went on forever. I’m so glad that she’s finished, she really needs a break.

She’s also finished with all of her maths notes.

Saturday, June 26, 2021

Myself and Michael went to the National Museum. He didn’t hate it. Looks like a win for me.

My brother (a mere 48), got his second dose of the vaccine in Cork.

For cinema night we had “Lola Rennt”. A very popular German film from the 90s but no longer so readily available. Mr. Waffle had his Scottish friend in Vienna buy the DVD and post it to him and then sprung it upon his unsuspecting public. Am I married to the world’s most organised man? Why yes, I think I am.

Sunday, June 27, 2021

Herself got the train to Killarney where she and her friends are spending a couple of days to celebrate the end of the exams. Killarney is the new Ibiza, apparently.

I got my second vaccine dose. It wasn’t quite as efficient as the first time around but I was in and out of the centre in under an hour including 15 minutes in the observation room so not bad either. I’m feeling a bit tired but otherwise symptom free. I am so delighted to be vaccinated and so pleased that my fellow citizens feel the same with really high levels of take-up.

It was a beautiful day and we took the boys to the Botanic Gardens which was fine and, as far as they were concerned, less awful than other outings I might have dreamed up.

And in a final, and to be honest, unwelcome, sign that things are getting back to normal, I got a message from the church baptism group – looks like we’re back on duty in July.

Are you too taking tentative steps back to normality? Will life ever be the same again?

It’s been a Roller-Coaster

13 June, 2021
Posted in: Boys, Daniel, Family, Michael, Mr. Waffle, Princess, Siblings

Monday, May 24, 2021

My 48 year old brother got his vaccine appointment having only registered the previous day. Where is my appointment?

Unrelated: I am quite pleased with the before and after haircut shots I got of us all.

Tuesday, May 25, 2021

Infants are being vaccinated around me. My brother got his vaccine in the City Hall in Cork. He said that the sign on the booth said “vaccine of the day” a bit like “soup of the day”. His particular soup was the Pfizer vaccine.

Wednesday, May 26, 2021

Herself had her school graduation. We watched it online and the students were in school. The school did a great job actually given the limitations of the format. They had a slide show. There were speeches and herself won an overall prize which was pleasing for her. Sitting in my office, watching it over lunch time, I shed a furtive tear. It is the end of an era.

I got my vaccine appointment for Saturday: let joy be unconfined. Mr. Waffle got his for Sunday. Looking at the invitation, he saw that it said you were to be at the vaccination centre exactly five minutes before your appointment time. “Do they think they’re vaccinating Germans?” he asked.

Thursday, May 27, 2021

My sister got her vaccine appointment for Tuesday. Everyone’s getting in on the act now.

Friday, May 28, 2021

It was Daniel and Michael’s last day of school. It lashed. Daniel was gloomy. A good friend of his is moving schools. They used to play basketball together in the yard after school. “You never know when you will do something for the last time,” he said dolefully. It transpired that the boys had played basketball the previous day not realising that it would be impossible due to the rain the following day. This friend lives nearby so I hope that they may be able to see each other despite attending different schools but Daniel has no faith in their joint organisational abilities. We’ll see.

Our neighbours are getting work done on their scullery and since our roofline is shared, we thought we might do something at the same time. We had plans when we did up the kitchen a couple of years ago but we ran out of money. We can afford it now so I suppose it probably is now or never but I do not welcome the thought of having builders back in the house. The architect called round and we talked about drawings and costs. Apparently, builders are almost impossible to get at the moment so it could be well into 2022 before we do anything.

Over dinner, the children discovered that all three of them are fascinated by the youtube channel of Canada ant guy. Interesting, if a little unnerving.

Saturday, May 29, 2021

Herself had her last applied maths class. Her teacher has been amazing, commuting up from Galway to teach them every Saturday. He promised them that if they did applied maths outside school he would keep teaching them for the full two years and he kept his promise even when he moved to Galway for work at the start of sixth year and even when he could have continued remotely. Did he get paid a penny for this work, his time or even his travel expenses? He did not. Very decent in fairness.

We got yet another road map. Let’s hope this will be the end of it.

I got my vaccination (Pfizer, the Gucci of vaccines I understand though I would have been quite happy to have the Dunnes Stores of vaccines). The vaccinator asked whether I was happy to take the vaccine today. “Delighted,” I said. I nearly cried with joy. The whole thing was impressively efficient. My appointment was at 14.40, I arrived at exactly 14.35 and I was vaccinated and sitting in the observation room by 14.43. Pretty good. I went to the shop and the library on the way home and got myself some middle aged treats to celebrate.

I had absolutely no side effects other than a sore shoulder for about 24 hours.

Then later that afternoon, Mr. Waffle got a call that his mother was not well. My poor mother-in-law, she has had such a difficult time in recent years suffering from dementia. When well she was a most delightful person and, a real tribute this, both of her daughters-in-law were extremely fond of her and we all went to my parents-in-law’s house as often as we could and all of us, adults and children, have had very, very happy times there.

Sunday, May 30, 2021

Mr. Waffle was vaccinated.

Mr. Waffle and the boys and I went out for a walk on the pier. A classic walk much enjoyed by my mother-in-law.

Then we went to visit my mother-in-law. It was pretty miserable. It felt a bit like suspended animation.

Later, Mr. Waffle went out to the airport and picked up his sister who had come home from London to see her mother. It was a very odd experience. She had a PCR test before flying and then the airports and planes were extraordinarily quiet. It was so odd he said, she was coming to visit their sick mother and he hadn’t seen her since November 2019 and he wasn’t even sure whether he could hug her. This Covid thing has been so grim in big ways and small.

Monday, May 31, 2021

I went into work. “Where are you going Mum?” said Daniel. “Work,” I said. “Still?” he asked. There’s something unsatisfactory about going to work when everyone else is on holidays. Herself and Mr. Waffle went out to see my mother-in-law. She seemed somewhat improved. After some toing and froing with the public health authorities, my sister-in-law who’d flown in specially, got to visit her too. We were all pretty relieved.

I was quite charmed by a video of my London sister-in-law and my niece singing some Italian classical number together after dinner that evening which circulated on the family whatsapp group. I think my mother-in-law would have been delighted. The in-laws live near the nursing home and we have been using them as a base when we go out to visit my mother-in-law which is nice – the cousins have seen a lot of each other lately.

That evening, Daniel came flying out of the kitchen, in to the rest of us and announced, “There’s a twitching headless bird in there.” Herself held back the irate cat while Mr. Waffle disposed of the corpse with a dustpan and brush. The perils of pet ownership are endless.

My latest copy of Slightly Foxed arrived. It is always a delight but I was mildly peeved to see that it came with a flyer plugging “The Oldie”. I felt that was a bit pointed.

Tuesday, June 1, 2021

With my mother-in-law so ill, I found myself thinking a lot about my father in particular. A big thing about losing a second parent which I didn’t really appreciate until it happened to me is that you will never go home again when you have no parents. I appreciate I have a perfectly good home with my own children and my husband and, indeed, that my parents’ home (currently in my brother’s custody) is available to me to visit. But somehow the idea that I will never call home again, go home again to the place that was home home for so long is very sad. I haven’t been to Cork since December when my father died and I am almost scared to go back to the house as it reminds me too much of my parents and their lives.

Mr. Waffle stopped off in the city centre on the way out to visit his mother and we had lunch in the park which was really lovely and I think, cheered us both up. His mother seemed to be improving a bit when he got to the nursing home. His sister went back to London and things seemed to be on a bit of a more even keel.

I arrived home and herself said to me, “I’m so stressed.” “I’m not surprised,” I said, “with your Leaving Cert starting next week.” “It’s not that,” she said, “it’s that I’ve been locked out of my gmail account.” A good sign, I suppose.

Meanwhile at dinner, Michael, who has an ability to tune out in relation to matters he is not particularly interested in, asked his sister solicitously, “Is your Leaving finished now?”

Wednesday, June 2, 2021

I went into town early for a dental appointment. I’d chipped a tooth at the weekend. I feel it’s probably the beginning of the end, random bits of tooth flying off. It was not my normal dentist who greeted me. Apparently he had retired and sold on the practice. His mother, who was the year ahead of my father in college, died last July (surely she and my father were UCC’s oldest medical graduates at the time of their deaths) and he subsequently yielded to his wife’s request that they move to Mauritius (where she is from and had a job offer to head up some GP training programme, not a random choice and I suppose after 30 years in Dublin she wanted a change). A slightly surprising development. The new dentist was fine anyway though, sadly, from Laois, not from Cork and, so far, we haven’t established any people we know in common. He said that I grind my teeth (I know) and this was why my tooth chipped. I’m to go back in a couple of weeks for further repairs. Sigh.

At lunch time I went to a specialty tea shop and got myself a new supply. I had a grand old chat with the tea vendor about options. Following our discussion, I moved on to Ceylon tea which I am quite liking. I told them all about it at dinner and herself said, “Every part of that story is boring in a surprising way.” This is why I have a blog.

My mother-in-law continued to be stable.

Thursday, June 3, 2021

I got up at 6.45 and felt like an American (I never normally get up before 8). Herself and myself cycled out to the park and then in to Chapelizod to have breakfast out together. It was very pleasant indeed.

I talked to my sister who had quite a poor reaction to the Covid vaccine and was feeling unwell. She had Covid at Christmas and I wonder whether that made a difference. Anyhow her own concerns were completely dwarfed by the discovery that a colleague of hers in India – a man in his 40s had died of Covid. What a horrible thing to happen.

Daniel having just recovered from a leg injury, hurt his shoulder in training. These sporting injuries are non-stop.

For the holidays, the boys are making dinner once a week on alternate weeks (herself is exempt until the end of her exams). Michael made risotto for dinner and it was excellent.

Friday, June 4, 2021

My mother-in-law continued to improve.

I intended to take to the hammock (hands down Mr. Waffle’s best ever purchase) for the afternoon with Soduku but only got in a brief half hour before my phone pinged.

Before the libraries closed for Covid, I ordered loads of books and these have been coming in over the last week. Almost every day, I got a text saying “The book you ordered has arrived.” I would rush out to the library and pick up the book (delighted now, in fairness) and then the next day, have to repeat. Is it a bit ungrateful to wish the notifications could all have come on the same day.

Anyhow, Dan and I zoomed out to the library to collect my books and also shopped for Friday night dinner which was a huge success for us. Literally, the best received meal I have ever prepared for my family. I think it was the range of options that won them over.

Saturday, June 5, 2021

Mr. Waffle, Dan and I cycled out to visit my mother-in-law in the nursing home.

She was so much better than when I had seen her the previous weekend. It was really heartening. As is standard most places we got our temperature taken when we arrived and yet again, the staff marvelled at how low Daniel’s temperature was. He seems to operate a couple of degrees below the rest of humanity.

I got a library notification that another book had arrived.

Sunday, June 6, 2021

I have been keen to cycle on the Royal Canal Greenway beyond Maynooth for a while and this was the day that the dream was to be realised. The weather was great. Daniel was resigned. Michael less so. The whole trip was slightly disastrous. We got the train to Maynooth with our bikes. I had never been. It’s an attractive enough little town and the castle and university campus are interesting.

To sweeten the troops we were having a takeaway pizza lunch in town (sadly restaurants still closed due to Covid). We got the takeaway pizza and I regret to report it was unutterably vile and not the mood improver we had hoped. We cycled out of Maynooth. Michael continued to act like a gloomy raincloud. We stopped for ice cream, he decided not to have any. We sat on the grass and looked up through the hedgerow to blue skies. Michael hunched over his book, the picture of misery.

In fairness, it is true, I suppose, that you need to be a certain age before you appreciate scenery.

We decided to cut our losses and, rather than cycle 20kms to Enfield which had been the original plan, just go 6kms to Kilcock. In part this was due to the relatively limited train service from Enfield and in part the air of unmistakeable gloom which by this time had settled on the whole party. We got the train at Kilcock. It was the inter-city rather than the commuter and we were unceremoniously tipped out at Maynooth as we hadn’t booked our bikes on.

At Maynooth we picked up the commuter train in a state of unabated gloom. Then the nursing home rang Mr. Waffle and we all looked at him anxiously. It was good news, his mother was much better but as a result we now needed to book our visits as heretofore rather than turning up unanounced at all hours of the day. It was a relief.

We got home about 5 hours after we left. Daniel said to me, “Were we really out for five hours to cycle 6 kms?” I am afraid that we were.

That evening we watched the oddest television programme. The premise was so bizarre that Mr. Waffle tempted us all to watch. The description is below. It was odd.

Monday, June 7, 2021

After the horrors of the previous day’s outing I announced that I would spend some time away from my loving family on the bank holiday Monday. They all seemed keen that I should do so.

I went in to the gallery, which was lovely.

I sent the troops a photograph of a picture of “The Fair Geraldine” whose family home we had seen in Maynooth the previous day.

I also sent a picture of Speaker Connolly. One of the train stations we had passed through on the previous day was named after his wife Louisa. If you haven’t read it, I cannot recommend highly enough this book about Lady Louisa and her sisters.

Despite my enthusiasm, my messages to the family Whatsapp group on Kildare related pictures received a somewhat lacklustre response. Too soon, possibly.

I bought some clothes in a shop. I had lunch on a terrace to celebrate the re-opening of outdoor dining. It was pretty good. And we managed to book our holidays. We will be spending a fortune to stay in Ireland but at least we have somewhere to stay.

Tuesday, June 8, 2021

Herself asked me to light a candle for her exams as she had no grandparents who could do it for her which made me a bit sad. I lit five to be on the safe side in front of the statue of St. Bridget whose feast day is February 1, my mother’s birthday. Bound to be efficacious, I imagine. And my sister said she would light some in Cork which is clearly even more efficacious. You will have seen this joke on the internet, I am sure.

The Leaving Cert is such a rite of passage in Ireland that exam papers are covered in the following day’s newspapers. My sister tells me there are two kinds of Irish people, those who dream about their teeth (really?) and those who dream about the Leaving (this is me). This is the context in which loads of people sent messages wishing herself luck and her aunts sent cards and presents.

In further excitement, I had lunch outside with a friend for the first time in months. Herself who was trying to minimise contacts in the run up to the exams in case she is a close contact or gets Covid was not entirely delighted. Alas. Look, I lit the candles.

At dinner Michael asked herself whether her Leaving Cert was over. “No,” we all said, “it starts tomorrow.” “But,” he said, “she’s graduated, how can the exams be after graduation?” Good question.

Wednesday, June 9, 2021

At last, the start of the Leaving Cert. She headed off in reasonably good order to start with English paper I. It’s the creative writing part and she’s good at that. She did a story on a prompt about a person getting off the ferry from Fishguard. She said that she was half way through her story – where she intended to have the protagonist drown and was busy whipping up a storm – when she realised that the prompt involved the person getting off the ferry and she had to change tack in a hurry. It seems to have gone fine all the same.

Thursday, June 10, 2021

Herself enjoyed very much reading about her first exam in the newspapers. English paper II was in the afternoon and she had 3 hours and 20 minutes to get through it. Honestly, it’s the people who mark the scripts you’d feel sorry for. Herself was generally pleased although she did get a raised welt on her finger from writing at speed for nearly three and a half hours.

The hurling coach contacted Mr. Waffle and asked whether there was any chance Daniel would go back to hurling. He gave it up three years ago and he was pretty adamant at the time but this message seems to have landed at a good time and he said he’d give it a go. He had a pretty good time at training so it looks like his hurling career might revive.

Herself used my phone to ring my sister and as she was looking at my contacts, she said, “Do you mind me asking something?” “Fire away,” I said. “Well, you’re getting older now and people you know are dying. Are you going to take the dead people out of your contacts?” Apparently not. In fact, my parents are still in my favourites and, realistically, I’d be pretty surprised if either of them answered a call at this stage. This reminds me of that wonderful Joan Didion book, “The Year of Magical Thinking” which I read over a decade ago but really stayed with me.

Friday June 11, 2021

We’re having a bit of a reorganisation at work and this was my last day with the old team. One of them is a truly delightful older man, who I will really miss. He turned 65 today. He is showing no signs of retiring. You have to admire his enthusiasm for the world of work.

I took Daniel to the physio to look at his sore shoulder. She took him to the gym (I have been to the same physio – I didn’t even know there was a gym, I feel expectations of a fit 15 year old and an unfit 52 year old may be different) and put him through his paces and pronounced him broadly cured and good to play in the match the following day. He was pleased. Following the success of our previous week’s shop, Dan and I bought material for dinner again.

I forced Michael to cycle to the library with me (another reserved book notification) as a change of scene from Crusader Kings in his bedroom. I would point out though that he has had some success against the old enemy in his game.

On our way back, some young men in a car were irate that I wasn’t cycling fast enough and shouted abuse at me which I found unpleasant. Michael said that I should ignore them or else they’ve won which is admirably zen like of him but I was not so zen.

Herself had maths paper in the afternoon. She met our neighbour, a retired maths teacher, in the lane on the way home and they had a good old chat about it. Due to Covid students are not allowed to talk to each other after the exams and I think she is missing the post-mortem which is a traditional part of all examinations in the normal world. Her parents are quite useless for maths so I was glad she met the neighbour. He asked her to post the paper through his letterbox when she was finished with it so that he could go through it. Lads, it takes all kinds.

We had a barbecue for dinner. The weather held which was good and the very elaborate range of food was broadly welcomed. However, the occasion was somewhat marred by the chicken skewers going on fire early in the proceedings. Alas.

Saturday, June 12, 2021

I cut the grass in the back and lounged in the hammock with the paper. Delighted with myself. Daniel had a football match in Malahide, noble Mr. Waffle took him. Michael continued his quest for world domination in Crusader Kings with a brief break to mow the grass in the front. Herself studied diligently for next week’s exams. Her uncle said to her not to listen when people said she would learn nothing two days before the exam. Of course, he personally had always found that advice disheartening because that is when he began studying.

I saw this flyer on a lamp post and asked herself if the Irish was right. She had a lot of thoughts about the use of the urú. I’d say she’s ready for her Irish paper next week.

At dinner Michael asked herself what exams she had had that day. Everyone turned on him and shouted, “It’s Saturday!” This whole Leaving Cert thing is taking a lot out of him.

It is rose season and this is filling my heart with joy.

The peonies are also putting out their best efforts.

That’s enough for one post.