Monthly Archives: October 2017

Day #288 Bubbles

There’s too much going on, too much to do, too much work and generally not enough sleep. So instead of a proper post,¬† I dug out an older video I forgot to post on my Facebook back in September when I first filmed it. It was a relatively cold yet clear day and Nana brought…

Day #287 Homicide biscuits

Halloween is around the corner and the decorations, pumpkins, costumes, spiderwebs, and all sorts of other spooky things are going up thick and fast. Our office canteen got in on the action this year with home made baked goodies. There were Bat Brownies, Peanut Butter Spider Cookies, and my absolute favourites – Homicide Biscuits. The…

Day #286 Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Yes, we all survived the storm-once-known-as-Hurricane Ophelia, though the disruption to the whole country has been fairly massive, even in areas where there was little more than a few downed trees from the wind. Schools were once again closed across the country today from an overabundance of caution, to allow for checking of any potential…

Day #284 Storm’s a-coming

As a New Englander, I have a little bit of an instinctive condescending reaction to the way the Irish view weather. I have experienced both hurricanes and nor’easters when living in the US, which means I have dealt with rain, wind, and snow. The first two are synonymous with Ireland weather. When it comes to…

Day #283 Birthdays

When our son was born I looked up at my husband and said “happy belated birthday, dear. I got you a baby.” I mean, let’s be honest – I had a lot on my mind that year and didn’t quite get around to organising a proper birthday present. With only days apart, mid-October is therefore…

Day #282 Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th seems like an appropriate time in October to begin talking about Halloween. The decorations have started going up. Pumpkins are popping up in windows. Shops have cleared their seasonal sections to fill them with costumes. This house on our way to creche was the first one to decorate. They have embraced the…

Day #281 The story behind the “cursed fork”

This is the story of what actually prompted “The Cursed Fork” post from two days ago. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the absurdity to write it up initially, and then I was stymied by figuring out what spelling best captured what was actually being uttered. We haven’t had much in the way of problems…

Day #280 The Snail’s Tale

This morning was one of those not quite completely miserable but still utterly unpleasant Irish mornings. The temperatures were warm but the drizzle drenched everything without actually forming much in the way of rain drops. Struggling with a rain cover for the stroller, while standing in the rain, is one of those things that can…

Day #279 The cursed fork

Ladies and gentlemen, my husband strikes once again with his quick thinking and silver tongue. This is not the first time we’ve had such a problem. Last year we went to great lengths to avoid any situations where our toddler got to see a clock in public because, as was totally normal for his stage…