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
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Perfect Christmas
Are all my Perfect Christmases in the past?
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
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
Lappy come home
My laptop is banjaxed. All of my writing is lost. Gone forever. Don't ask me what went wrong. I haven't a bleedin' clue. All I know is, I spent ages writing and now I can't find anything. This is why I haven't posted on my blog for the past week. Anyway to make a long … Continue reading Lappy come home
Diary of a Dublin housewife begins
I’m facing all my writing fears Running out of new ideas I see where I’m going wrong I’ve been doing it for too long Writing everything in rhyme I know I do it all the time It’s time to take another road Forget my poetry, my odes Time to write about my life The diary … Continue reading Diary of a Dublin housewife begins
Diary of a Dublin Housewife 