Is it over yet? That year long month after Christmas When rain and wind and bills are the only constant When the ceiling leaks and mice move in to keep warm You book a flight, to escape Dreaming of beach walks and outdoor pints Dining to the sound of the ocean waves Escaping the January … Continue reading January, sick and tired you’ve been hanging on me
Author: Diary of a Dublin housewife
Why Why Why Delilah
Danny has a twin Danny who? Danny across the road She's a girl and she lives in England with her coercive husband that's where Danny and Marlene were for Christmas Well she did live in England They rescued her and brought her home, she's moving in with Marlene. Her husband doesn't know yet but Danny … Continue reading Why Why Why Delilah
The Great Escape
I met Danny today, haven't seen him or Marlene in ages. So, how was Christmas Dan? I never saw a bit of you, and not a decco in sight. Big change from last year. At least you didn't have to call the police for the three wise men. Ah stop, don't remind me. Mortified I … Continue reading The Great Escape
Perfect Christmas
Are all my Perfect Christmases in the past?
Away in a manger
The lads are giving it some welly across the road but it's still a building site, with diggers arriving and skips leaving throughout the day. What Danny said was a granny flat for his ma, seems to be turning into Tajh Mahal. I can't see the Christmas deccos going up early this year. God only … Continue reading Away in a manger
Cruising for a bruising
Met Danny chatting to the builders yesterday on my way home Howya Danny. Ah there she is now, Mrs. Doyle herself Don't you start, I've enough of your builders and Jimmy without you joining in. Ah, they were delighted with the tea and biscuits, weren't you lads? 'Fair play to you Mrs. Doyle' they shouted, … Continue reading Cruising for a bruising
Brewing up a storm
Anyway, the builders arrived across the road last Monday. There's been no sign of Danny or Marlene and it's bloody Baltic out, so I've been making tea for the lads. Those chaps are lovely, Jimmy. Yeah, hard workers too. They were delighted with the tea. Yes, they said. When were you talking to them? This … Continue reading Brewing up a storm
Danny’s ma
I met her again, still all in black. Like an Italian widow. And Jimmy saying he thought she was me, said he forgot I got my hair done. He can be a cheeky bastard at times. You'd swear he was Richard Gere. Looks more like Richard Attenborough these days. Don't get me wrong, I love … Continue reading Danny’s ma
Google maps
Walking in a foreign city can be scary when you get lost … especially when you're with your husband. Left here, Jimmy. No, it’s right. Google says left. Well she’s wrong. How do you know? Because we didn’t come this way. Well she’s saying turn left. We came from the right Ok but she's saying … Continue reading Google maps
Dear Diary
Yes, I've started writing in my diary again. Well, it's a new one. I found my old ones in a box in the attic when I was up looking for uncle Fester. Yeah, I know; I did ask Jimmy to look for him, but he didn't bother his hole. Don't get me started. Anyway, once … Continue reading Dear Diary
Diary of a Dublin Housewife 