Do you remember doing Christmas crafts at school? My favourite was drawing a shape with glue then pouring glitter over and shaking the surplus off to reveal a perfect Christmas shape. All at once, mistakes and mess fell away and the best stuck.

Or a warrior? Last night I was trying to encourage my daughter as she faces yet another week of AQE tests in school. Any other year she would be finished, but because of lockdown they have been postponed until after Christmas. It’s horrible. She’s exhausted and more stressed than an eleven year old should ever…

Something to hold onto.

I watched a very funny video clip on Friday about ‘just’ changing a light bulb…

The sweeter the tune.

I feel like we are all living this wretched nursery rhyme at the moment. Levels, graphs, numbers are at the forefront of our minds morning, noon and night.

Every year I have an opinion about imperfect Christmas trees, premature decorations, too early celebrations. This year, unpredictably, tragically, everything has changed…

Maybe it’s the story-teller in me, or the Irish, but I’ve always been prone to over-hyping any account of my experiences. You know, the reality of a few minutes becomes hours and hours. If an eye witness is present, then that wrecks it. But, in their absence, the sky’s the limit. My dad was always…

Do you ever have a moment, a short time, even a day, when you think, maybe life is not so bad after all?

Just take each moment as it comes.