Technology is transforming our lives. It's great, that is, when it works. When it doesn't work it is the worst of all pains. The frustration, the annoyance, the taut nerves. Rage, bad language. Everything. Last week I experienced a small dose of it. It ended up that I was rude to an innocent young woman. I did go back and apologise. But technology cock-ups can also be a source of great fun. That is, when it happens to someone else and they see the lighter side to it all.
I've come to the conclusion that I am simply rubbish at disciplining my children. I'm not sure whether they have me wrapped around their little fingers or I am just a big fool, but either way I don't seem capable of either murdering them verbally or punishing them.
Enda Kenny is a piece of work. He sounds breathless in every interview and yet he doesn't ever seem to want to say anything. He wants to look purposeful and interested and to be the popular cute 'hoor, but when it comes to real issues and real problems, he usually runs a mile.
We are in season-change mode. The first chestnuts are on the ground. On Sunday I saw a mother out with her children collecting 'conkers'. The creeper on the wall in my garden is slowly but surely changing from green to the early stages of golden brown. The first scarves and gloves are appearing. It's dark at 6.50am. You need a light on your bicycle after 7.00pm. And nothing is going to stop the process, even if we had an Indian summer last week.
On Sunday, September 20 the Church of Ireland community in Baltinglass in Co. Wicklow celebrated its annual harvest festival. It's an important date in the Anglican calendar. As it suggests, it takes place to mark the gathering of the harvest. And according to all the experts this has been a great grain harvest with farmers experiencing higher yields than in many years. Does that mean that our bread and porridge will be cheaper this winter? I doubt it.
I have been trying to shift a few stubborn pounds recently. Well more than a few actually but let's not get into specifics! They just seem to have crept on since I turned 40, attaching themselves to my tummy, thighs and Oh, did I mention by backside? No? Well the less said about that the better!
Within the last fortnight Aldi opened a new megastore in Dublin's Terenure. In the immediate days before Aldi opened and in the first days of the new store, nearby Lidl offered a 20 per cent reduction on all its groceries. I went up to Lidl. The shop was mobbed. One store assistant said to me that he had never seen anything like it. It was the last day of the promotion. It was bedlam and Dublin's south side shoppers were close to panic. And were they showing it.
There is a certain beauty to routine and no routine is more beautiful to me than the back to school one. I've never been one of those mothers who laments the end of summer. In fact I sigh with relief the day I inspect their new uniforms, hand them their school bags and shove them out the door for the first day of term.
I've come to the conclusion that I was born with a miserable face. That's not to say I'm a miserable person, in fact I possess quite a happy disposition most of the time. But when I'm not consciously doing anything with my face, just letting it rest in its natural pose, I happen to look miserable.
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