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 ...
This time two years ago, I said goodbye to my IFSC office for good, and set out to give freelancing a go for six months. At that point I would decide if it was working or not - or if I'd have to dust off the CV and try to get back into financial services. In ...
"My mum always worked and she was very insistent that my sisters and I be independent and have our own financial independence. She was and is a fantastic role model." Emma Meagher is originally from Cashel in Tipperary. She is the eldest of three girls. Emma is married to Gareth, they have two young sons and ...
Did you have the Easter Bunny when you were a child? We didn't. We always got an Easter egg each, and I think (though I may be wrong) they were left at the end of the bed, but they were always from our parents. The first time I heard that the Easter Bunny was a thing ...
“I love working . . . ideally I would love to work three days a week in a less stressful job but these types of jobs are very hard to come by and financially I’m not sure that we could afford it. . . . I’m also very aware that psychologically I’m just not suited ...
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 - ...
Once upon a time, back in September, it all seemed very difficult. Not seriously difficult - just everyday stuff. Struggling with three in school for the first time. Struggling with three lunches and three lots of homework and three tired kids. Struggling with a little boy who likes to talk a lot and listen only a ...
I accidentally ate a smidge of banana yesterday, and the kids were in convulsions watching my own near-convulsion when I realised what was in my mouth. Most people have at least one food they can't bear, and for me it's bananas. (Shudder) I'll eat pretty much anything else though, and I was the same as a ...
I promised myself (not just an in-the-air promise – an actual written down promise) that the next time I had a lull, I’d take a morning for myself. And here I am – almost all current deadlines met, book edits on the way but not here yet – doing just that. I’m getting my hair ...
As I sit listening to the wind howling around the eaves and the rain spattering on the glass, I'm wondering about the hardy souls who'll brave a night out, and I'm secretly glad of the child-spun tether that keeps me home tonight. And then I remember another St Patrick's Day back in the 90s - working in Fritzpatrick's ...