In which I realise how young my dad was.
It’s been a strange couple of days. Between the beast from the east and storm Emma keeping us house bound the last couple of days, the internet going for two of them, and the...
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Reflections on my recent illness
I hate being ill. HATE. IT. I doubt anyone loves it, to be fair, but oh, I hate it with a passion. On the 19th December, on the first day of my Christmas annual leave,...
from the mouths of babes…
Today, Roz and I went over to the city for a little adventure. We were in one of the shops when Roz looked up at the mannequins in the women’s department and asked, “Mummy,...
M & Ms will be the death of me.
Krys and I were talking about my blog entry last night and he asked me – why death? At the time, I just shrugged and said, why not? I do think about it a...
My troubles with gods…part 3
Yeah, then I came to Ireland. Boy, oh, boy was the catholic church here different or what? I even disliked going to church here, which is the one place I should have felt a...
My troubles with gods…part 2
Where was I? Oh, yeah, like I said, when I was sixteen, you wouldn’t have found a more devoted catholic. I loved my faith. I finally understood that no, the world was not made...
My troubles with gods….part 1
So anyway, this week I decided to become a humanist. For anyone wondering what that is, don’t be lazy. Look it up! I’m not being silly, but if I write a definition, I’ll have...
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