Another time, another fireplace
•I was told nicely the other day that I will always be a blow-in in Kill, Co Kildare, yet the huge influx of Dubs in Kill can only enhance this beautiful village. The beautiful streets of Dublin town will always beckon me with a smile.
I was reminded of my old city the other day when I went to turn on the heating. Isn't the heating oil a killer this time of year? We all need a fill to the brim to bring us through the bleakness of winter.
It brought to mind the days of slack for the fire. The slack was moistened with water and made the fire grate blacker than black and, oh, how I hated when my mother, God be good to her, put slack on the fire and covered it with potato skins to hold the coals in the grate.