On Our Own Riviera

East Pier Dun Laoghaire from the library - Office Mum

We run along the path, glimpses of blue bobbing up and down in time with our steps. Down we go to the edge of the road, then we wait for the green man to stop the slow-moving but determined traffic. Across, and they keep running, but I stop for a moment, because there it is, stretching out ahead. ...

West Cork holiday – because the internet told me to

Barbara

Once upon a time, booking a trip meant googling and trip-advisoring and searching and checking and reading every single review on the internet before finally deciding on what we hoped would be the perfect spot. But now, there’s no time for researching, and short-cuts are required, so my new modus operandi is to take the first ...

Woolapalooza and a good kind of queuing

Queuing's not much craic really, is it? I was trying to think of times when it's fun - maybe lining up to go into a night club? Something I can just about remember from a very long time ago. Or waiting to go into a concert? Maybe. But your average queue isn't fun, and certainly ...

An open letter to the person in the place

I've read many "an open letter to" posts in the last few years. Sometimes they're angry, sometimes conciliatory, and  sometimes empathetic. In particular, I've read posts about supermarket confrontations - women who have been judged for their parenting, or had some kind of less than pleasant encounter. I wondered when my day would come - ...