2020 Grateful 1: It’s the little things

Lots of rain lately has left us with lots of puddles. My walks are a series of reflections but unusually, as 2020 draws to a close, I’m not reflecting on what I’ve done this year as, let’s face it, I’ve done sod all – it was a been nowhere, done nothing year for me. Read more

2020 Grateful 2: Mary, did you know?

I had a bit of a music revelation back at Easter when I heard the hymn Were you there for the first time; it blew me away. In the advent to Christmas, I’ve been trying to choose the one hymn that says Christmas for me. Fairytale of New York is my song of the season, but I was looking for one that spoke to the soul rather than the heart. I’m homesick enough. Read more

2020 Grateful 3: Revelling in the rural

I was born into a city. I might have been about 2 when we moved to a provincial town. And then to another city. And then to a village. I’d spend the next however many years boomeranging between urban and rural, flirting for a time with the metropolitan before embracing the bucolic. At any given moment in time, I was happy where I was. I never found myself in the city wishing I was in the country or in the country wishing I was in the city. Somehow my moods have matched my modes of living. Read more

2020 Grateful 4: 7scents (re)visited

I find being in the city very stressful. Shop assistants seem to fall into one of two camps: those who are extremely helpful and lovely, and those who would rather see me dead than help me. No, it’s not a language thing. Yes, it could well be a bias against foreigners, but to be fair, I didn’t stick around to see if the nasties were any nicer to Hungarians than they were to me. In any event, it left me in bad humour and all too ready to get on the train back to the village.  But I had one last stop to make. Read more

2020 Grateful 5: Visitors

Eating in is the new eating out. And when you’re starved for choice when it comes to home delivery, you make do with creating your own in-house restaurant. I quite like choosing where to ‘go’ for dinner, especially when we have visitors. Mexican, Morrocan, Indian, and Thai have all be done repeatedly over the last three weekends so it’s solid Hungarian tonight, now that we have a weekend to ourselves.

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2020 Grateful 6: Kagandahang Loob

Some days, I find it difficult to get my head around anything much at all. A flashback on Facebook to a post some 8 years ago when I was apparently in Koln while my suitcase was in Hamburg is a mystery to me. I have zero recollection of it. It’s not the only mystery I’ve faced recently. Read more

2020 Grateful 7: A spring in my step

I hadn’t realised that I’d been holding my breath for the last few days. What does it say about America that the world was watching the 2020 presidential elections so carefully? As I saw the congratulations flow in, I wondered if it was all a tad premature. Were I queen, I’d have waited until all the votes had been counted. But I’m not. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe it is over. Read more

2020 Grateful 8: Shop in Ireland for Pure Clothing

My Facebook feed has suddenly gotten a lot more interesting. I’m having a great time window-shopping and marvelling at the wealth of talent spread across Ireland. Read more

2020 Grateful 9: Cash Concerns

I read recently that central banks are seriously considering their own digital currency. Plans are in the making. Since the start of the year, a group representing central banks from the UK, Japan, Europe, Switzerland, Sweden, Canada, the USA, and the Bank of International Settlements have been looking into what needs to happen to make this a reality, Read more

2020 Grateful 10: The Rule of Life

Generations of Benedictine monks around the world have been living by one rule for more than 1500 years: to have death at all times before them. Read more