TWENTY SOMETHING YEAR OLD DOING TWENTY SOMETHING YEAR OLD THINGS

I sit now, cheese toastie lying temptingly beside me and a fermentation vessel, loaded with a treacly sweet smelling liquid, sitting...

Brown paper packages tied up with string, these are a few of my favourite things....I also like brown cardboard packages that arrive in...

My new friend and bike, Juliette, was looking particularly foxy this morning. She has been suited and booted with a new pannier rack to...

What is your technique for bringing your space shuttles into land? I personally like to make sure that gear flaps are engaged and that my...

Smashing is a smashing word isn't it? It seems to encompass excitement and brilliance but in a kick-ass, plate breaking kind of way. My...

And thus this great stupendous day: the dog is kicked out of its kennel. Yes, it's Biden Harris! Despite Child A's mutterings of "jeeez,...

Monopoly is amazing at its ability to turn, even the most unwilling, participants into fat cat capitalists. It's almost like it's...

I believe people--animals included--are getting more tactical these days. It's the pandemic push to our grey matter. Walking along the...

Today I did not buy the Sunday paper. I have been buying it religiously for the past three weeks, a part of my ritual in splendid...

Spotted: coloured bunting flapping in the wind like Bhutanese prayer flags but spelling 'The Village Square' outside Rathgar's...

If you look at things from a completely different point of view, you'll see some pretty f**** weird stuff. Example: Porridge. Just a...

Today was a day of wandering and wondering. I wandered along Dublin's River Dodder, wondering at it's pale ale frothiness, and...

Twitterature. I am not a Twitter-er but the idea of using this network to publish stories, drip fed 140 characters at a time, excites and...

The missile, unopened and extremely volatile. Ernest Hemmingway penned a six word story, why shouldn't I? His was: For Sale, Baby shoes,...

Today feels like the day when sh** starts to get real again. Or is it just Monday blues? Life is catching up and the jobs, emails and...

The slow languorous Sunday has begun. I woke up and, after making my breakfast of coffee and porridge (garnished with a generous helping...

Once upon a time, on a caffeine fuelled wander of the Georgian side streets of frozen south Dublin, I came across a grocer. It was one of...

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I seem to have a habit of stockpiling all of the things I need to do, however enjoyable and fulfilling they might be, to the very end of...

Back to work day. My work during lockdown has been, most consistently, childcare. Jobbing in the often misunderstood 'arts', the effect...

And on the third day she wrote again... Once again I have food and coffee to report of. A date was arranged and we met outside Jolin's...

Sitting down to write this, entry 2 of the lock blog, I am at my kitchen table facing three tin can lanterns hung up last night. I am...

It's a new dawn, it's a new year and... here I find myself, once again, writing on the advent of a new lockdown. This one, for me, feels...