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When Will There Be Good News?

Going to bed last night, I thought about the fact that everyone in the house had gone outside for at least ten minutes fresh air, and that there were no major arguments, and that nobody had cried during homeschool, and I felt like it had been a good day. This

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Forward Planning for Looking Back on Lockdown

One of my earliest childhood memories is of the time my mother went to see the Pope in the Phoenix Park, and I stayed home with my dad. My dad, not a seasoned cook, heated up tinned Campbells meatballs for lunch. He split the can between us, pouring the delicious juicy

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The Best Bits

It’s a year this week since we got the keys to our house and a year since we began the process of giving my dad back his house, after four months living with him. And every day of lockdown, I give quiet (and out loud) thanks that we are here and

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Marching On – a Lockdown Journal

My kids have been asked to keep journals as part of their work from home packs. I keep telling them they should – that they are living through history, and they keep telling me they have nothing to write, because they do the same thing every day. Fair point. But

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Snapshot of a Strange New World

Just your average day: 9 am: It’s time for PE with Joe. We are not good at being organised for 9, so I pause the screen while one child gets dressed and one child asks me if he takes part in the PE class, does that mean less enforced outdoor exercise

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Out with the Old, In with the Old

This time last year, as I unwrapped the snowman and put him on the mantlepiece, I wondered where he’d be going next time round. We were Sale Agreed on our old house but hadn’t found somewhere new yet. I tried to picture what the new mantlepiece might look like, in

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Christmas Then and Now

The smell of wood-fire smoke. The curl of blue from the chimney. Will Santa be able to come down? Don’t light the fire on Christmas Eve, okay, Dad? The sparkle of frost on grass. The shine from the holly bush. The clipped branches strewn in corners, on hearths. The crisp,

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61 Days Has Septober

We made it to mid-term! So, short and sweet, here are a few things that got me through Septober relatively unscathed – or at least less scathed than usual: Slow Cooker My slow cooker changed my life. I’m kidding, it totally didn’t. But it’s great for that one day each week

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Fifteen Years Ago Today When it Rained

It’s October 13th as I write this, and I’m thinking about what I was doing this time fifteen years ago. Checking the weather forecast (still rain). Checking the dress (still there). Checking the mass booklets (still not done). A last lunch with my first (and hopefully last) husband-to-be. The mood? Surreal.

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On the 95th of September

We’re half-way through. It’s a bit soon for jumping to conclusions, and I’m tempting fate by writing this, and it’s all going to fall apart this week just because I wrote this down. But then again, if I don’t stop and acknowledge that it’s happening, I might never believe that it

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The Playing Field

Six o’clock. Hazy sunshine. A nippy evening chill creeping in, but these hardy soccer players don’t care. Shin guards on, socks pulled high, shorts and proud club jerseys. Running to the pitch, racing for the first kick of the ball. Eight, nine, ten years old, one thing in common – a love of the beautiful

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Four Go Out To The Shops

This Easter holidays, along with some very nice things (like getting keys to our new house – hurrah!) the kids and I did the following: Went to a tile shop and picked tiles Bought a towel rail Went to a kitchen shop and picked cupboards Went to the new house to

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Snapshot of a woman on the hunt

I’ve posted snapshots on the cusp, on the verge, and on the couch, but now I’m very firmly on the hunt – I need a house. It’s almost three months now since we sold our house and moved in with my dad, and the whole “the property market picks up in February” morphed

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Diary of a House Hunter

If you’ve done this, you know the drill. Saturday morning is house-viewing morning. Particularly so when the clock is ticking, because the old house is gone. And every time, you get your hopes up. We certainly do. This could be the one. Sure, it’s not quite the location we want, and

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Any Excuse for Donuts

“Mum, it’s your engagement anniversary!” my eldest announced when she came in from school this afternoon. I hadn’t realised it was my engagement anniversary and it’s not something we (or I suspect anyone) celebrates – though I’m thinking of bring that in, because to be honest February could use all the help

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Jumping on the bandwagon (and falling back off)

One night a few years ago, I was out for dinner with a group of mums from the school (this bunch – I still miss them). One woman who is particularly wise and funny and interesting to talk to was telling us about a book she’d just read. A book

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The Last Day – Diary of a House Move

The Last Full Day It’s our last day. Yesterday was our last time doing school pickup and coming back to this house, the same house we’ve come home to every day since they started school. I didn’t say it as we pulled into the driveway. The kids have been so

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Snapshot of a Woman on a Couch

New Year’s Morning. 8 am. My youngest arrived in for a chat, a few jokes, then went down to watch TV. 8:05 am. He came back up to tell me there’s nothing on TV. Sadly, I couldn’t find my magic wand – the one that makes new films appear on the

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And Breathe…

Every year for the last four years, September and October have been a little challenging* in our house (*all-out chaotic messy nightmare). The fact that this four-year timeline coincides with my departure from my office job is surely neither here nor there – no doubt something other than my presence

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