Some friends of mine are meeting for dinner on Friday, and I can't go. The pull to cancel my plans in order to join them is strong - hovering at the fringes of my mind ever since I saw the email. I'll resist, but I'll be wondering if it's a good night, if they'll be ...
Standing in the queue for a sandwich at lunch-time, I notice that everyone is looking at their phones. I don't mean that I just noticed this today - it's the same every day. I stand in the queue, looking at people looking at their phones, wondering idly what they used to do before they had smart-phones. Then I wonder ...
The barefaced selfies that are sweeping through Facebook and Twitter have generated much debate - some have questioned the whole idea, citing vanity as an objection, but it has raised hundreds of thousands of euro for the Irish Cancer Society so it's hard to see how it can be bad thing. If in doubt, read ...
I check my phone - the top bar is lit up with little symbols that meant nothing two years ago but mean a little more than they should right now. A tiny bird that tells me someone on Twitter is talking to me. A familiar "F" to indicate that someone on Facebook is tagging me or commenting ...
So I’ve learned two important things since writing the below post last April – it’s a story about tripping over a laundry basket and spraining my finger, being unable to drive and therefore taking a bus to work. This gave me some unexpected time for browsing Facebook and Twitter on my phone, leading to a severe ...
My husband and I don't do weekend lie-ins on alternate days, though I know lots of people who do. For us it just hasn't worked well for lots of reasons, not in the least because I'm a very light sleeper, so it's not a given that my lie-in would include much actual sleeping. Especially when the ...
This is not a light, self-deprecating, jokey post - I really lost it with my five year old today, and I'm feeling bad about it. I shouted at her, marched her up the stairs, and told her that she wasn't going to the party that she was invited to this afternoon. Of course within minutes, or ...
It started on Monday morning when rushing around getting ready for work, I tripped over a basket of clean washing (it was clean, somehow that matters) and sprained my finger. Just my little finger on my left hand, but oh my, the pain, and oh goodness, the ramifications. I couldn't type so work was extraordinarily unproductive ...