How to Bust Yourself Out of a Funk (Day 22)

I felt a bit down at work today, something along the lines of “Oh poor me, what did I do to deserve this cruel life” or some other nonsense (I think it’s the post-holiday-blues after our weekend away). I’m 34 years old however and at this stage, I’ve learned a few ways to bust yourself […]

Dublin I miss you already (Day 21)

We’re back home in cosy little Cork after our exciting adventures, tired and looking forward to sleeping in our own bed but also feeling a little unsettled. To be true, it’s been a year since I’ve been anywhere other than the quiet, gentle towns of Ireland’s south-west and I’m feeling delightfully stirred up by all the […]

The Dublin Joie-de-Vivre (Day 20)

It’s been a long looooong day and I am totally and utterly pooped. We walked our little feet off for six hours in the concrete jungle of Dublin city. In the pouring rain. With a crappy little umbrella that blew apart after five minutes (and there wasn’t even any wind!). 3FE was our first port […]

Swinging Cats in the Big Shmoke (Day 19)

Today finds me writing from a sweet little Air B&B off Baggot Street in Dublin city. Alex and I are in the Big Shmoke for the weekend to attend a wholesale trade show… aaaand to have a mini holiday. I like this house.  The soft lighting of the vintage bedside lamps and the palette of blush, […]

Heartbroken… for no apparent reason (Day 18)

I don’t know how many other people will get this and sexist as it may sound, I really doubt many guys will. Today for no reason, throughout my shift at work and the evening afterwards, I was joined by an unwanted companion, following me like a slave in chains taking slow aching steps… It was […]

Drifting on waves of chocolate (Day 17)

I’m pleasantly surprised to see I’ve already made it through 17 days of these daily scribbles.  Heck, I wasn’t sure I’d get beyond the first week.  As I’ve said before, consistency is not my strong point and the only thing I’ve ever been consistent with is eating too much chocolate. If only that was actually […]

The First Cranky Scribble: Cats and Dogs (Day 16)

It’s official: this is the first cranky daily scribble. There have been a few slightly ‘out of sorts’ scribbles and one where I was feeling sad, but this is the first where I’m feeling truly waspish. Everything bothers me, from the dirty messy house to my sweet loving husband, especially his constant questions as to […]

Elegant Paris versus Sexy Italy (Day 15)

Another day, another scribble (insert winky emoji).  No wait, don’t, this isn’t Social Media and I can express myself just fine with my native English language. NO EMOJIS! So a good kind lady (aka Mammy) commented on yesterday’s post that I had confounded her (it happens regularly); to paraphrase her, one minute I was raving […]

In praise of the land that created pizza and cured my writer’s block (Day 14)

I’ve caught the dreaded writer’s block.  AAAGGHH! Why did I sign myself up for this ridiculous project of writing everyday??  I can barely shower everyday, never mind writing, which is a lot trickier than rinse, lather, rinse, towel dry. With writing it’s type, erase typo, type some more, scratch head and stare into space, delete […]

Hello Hormonal Crazy Lady (Day 13)

Today was an odd day. It started with a topsy-turvy emotional morning that had me bawling like a baby in my husband’s arms for ten minutes (you know that completely inexplicable spontaneous heart-break that just comes on you out of nowhere?  That kind of crying.  Of course it’s not really out of nowhere, it’s most […]