Do you ever get to a place and think ‘so this is where I’m meant to be’?  Last week, when I’d managed to get down to Marble Hill beach, I had the most wonderful feeling.  It was like taking a deep breath, and feeling like I’d crossed the finish line.  I had thought that the…

I’m sitting here with the most heavenly of views beside me.  August has only just begun, but the winds are up already, alternately bringing light and shade, forcing the sea to turn a different blue every second.  It was part turquoise last time I looked, but now it’s dark, dark blue, with small tufts of…

you are not walking right at all. Last week was a cruel one for me.  Tuesday saw me with the physio, walking, standing, on the bed trying to stop my legs from shaking.  She was very lovely, and gave me a handful of exercises which I suppose will help eventually, but are a frequent reminder…

Life is so full of difficult choices – to go for that job, or to stay put, to try that new treatment, or to stick with the old one, to move to the country, or pick a town house.  I don’t have that advantage some people talk about – ‘God told me to’ are words…

These days I’m finding it hard to remember the names of places.  I can remember the names of famous people just like that, I can remember what places looked like, but don’t ask me what they were called.  I don’t know how many times I’ve asked my husband to remind me what somewhere was called;…

Those were the exasperating yellow on black words I read as I neared the end of the incessant marathon walk at Dublin airport this week.  The Ryan Air gates were miles back from the airport main doors.  Literally miles.  I walked, I made progress along the moving walkways, and then I walked some more.  There…

Some things have happened over the past couple of days that have taken me back to my childhood.  On Saturday, we went on a trip to Slieve Gullion.  I’d never been before, so didn’t know about the fairy houses – little colourful wooden doors placed on the tree trunks, a small rope bridge and tiny…

I hate change, mostly.  And at the minute, there’s some a-brewing in the Adams household.  Not wanting to pass on my problems with adaptability, I’ve kept schtum.  It’s amazing how concern over handing down an unwanted legacy can motivate me to behave better in front of my children. So, what are these changes?  Well, the…

I joined twitter yesterday, after eight years of giving off to Ryan about it – things like. ‘why do you have to tell other people what you’re doing, when I know already?’, or calling it his mistress, the thing that gets more attention than me.  Funniest of all is that he first signed up when…

but never enough.  At the moment, I find myself walking a shaky tight-rope of optimism – it would only take a second of introspection for me to fall into self-pity.  That is a terrible place to be, and very hard to get out of.  The constant discipline of thinking about others and collecting positive thoughts…