Considering my exceedingly high standards, lifelong pursuit of perfection, and the fact that my childhood nickname at home was “Prim and Proper,” it should come as no surprise that there are a myriad of

A tinchy-winchy tale

If there were a disaster and I could save one family member or twenty strangers, of course, I’d save the family member. But here’s the dilemma: I have two. How could I choose? Easy! I’d save the skinny

A teeny-weeny tale

As those of you riveted by the minutiae of my life will recall, I’ve always been self-employed, which means the working week was seven days long, including New Year’s Day, Christmas Day, and every day

I’ve always believed that the majority is usually wrong, so whatever everyone else is doing, I instinctively do the opposite. This has served me very well in business. When I started a legal services company

A story in 50 words

Though we rarely venture beyond the compound, today we planned a little outing, a walk around one of the two dairy farms that supply us with raw milk. The weather however had other ideas. Storm Amy is

After nine long years of weeping and gnashing of teeth since construction began in 2016, Dublin’s spanking new children’s hospital is finally set to open its doors in June 2026. With a price tag of €2.24

It’s often said that the world is overpopulated. I don’t believe it. The real problem is that most people take up too much space. Let’s face it, half of you eat enough for two and occupy double the space

As none of you will remember, I posted a riveting exposé last year on the Irish Government’s €336,000 parliamentary bike shed. Well, forget that... (I know, I know, you already have) because there’s worse!

By nature, I’m a contrarian. Rules and regulations? Little use for them. They’re for other people. Of course, if a door says push, I don’t go around pulling. That'd just be silly. But recently, out walking

I met him at the local dance. Richard. Whether he told me his surname, I don’t recall. We made a date to go to the pictures the following Saturday. The little girl who lives down the lane was showing.

What find of fuckery is this? Though I must confess to recent fantasies of dispatching the numbskull who decreed that all plastic bottles in Europe must now have tethered caps, I fear my constitution is

As a rule, I don’t give pallets much thought. But in the comments section of my last post, I found myself in not one, but two conversations about their many and varied uses. compost pit chicken shelter

It’s been a tough growing season, I’ll not deny it. Between relentless raids by marauding chickens, a stretch of unusually hot, dry weather and a non-stop battle with mildew, I’m almost at the point of

I’d call myself a hoptimist…I hop between optimism and pessimism. By nature, I lean toward the sunny side and have never taken out an insurance policy on anything. But a long and eventful life has shown

As I’ve related before, because I do love to repeat myself, I moved to the country five years ago, and through no fault of my own, acquired four dogs. Back in the city, I never walked for pleasure. I was

If you’re one of my blog's many avid readers, you’re already well aware of the numerous fine qualities that make me an ideal role model. Let’s begin with my exquisite manners. And when I say 'manners'

I don’t think I complain nearly enough, considering the sheer volume of nonsense to be righteously irritated about. There’s the weather, naturally, and then there are other people, who never fail to find