We remembered, reflected and reimagined our country
Living in Ireland has often made me despair. There are so many things that are wrong with our country, and I'm not referring to the woegeous weather we get most of the year. Living here often feels like inhabiting a strange place somewhere between the Boomtown Rats' 'Banana Republic' and Fr Ted's Craggy Island.
But then, every so often something happens which makes me remember why I love this country and why I would never seriously consider not living here. Last weekend was one of those occasions.
This was the first election in which I got up close and personal with the actual process itself. At the ripe old age of 54 and after decades of 'turning into my mother', last weekend something of my father surfaced in my psyche. My dad loved elections.