A succession of buses, ferries, trains and planes had led us to the promised land of Cork. At last, we had arrived home from England for the Easter holidays. A blast of unmistakably brisk Atlantic air greeted us as we stepped off the airplane. The breeze that comes in off the English channel at our…

I’m writing this sitting on a plane on the short hop from Southampton to Cork. We’re heading home for Easter. The older kids are behaving miraculously well – for now. Our toddler is asleep on my lap, which explains my ability to type. This same route, but by sea, was a staple for the old…

Protecting children from modern fears Whenever visiting London, I like to walk across Westminster Bridge on the way from Waterloo station. The vista of Westminster palace and the Thames stretching towards Tower Bridge is a sight to behold. I had been there just a few weeks before the recent terror attacks, with the children in tow,…

Last weekend, we had royalty in the house. A gaggle of six-year-old princesses, to be precise. Our eldest girl turned six and she insisted on having a girls-only princess party. We’ve never encouraged our girls to play only with traditionally girlie toys or to wear pink, but from an early age Rose’s favourite colour has…

This morning, our toddler woke me at 3am. While she drifted off again at about 6am, I’ve been awake ever since. Yesterday, I had a relative lie-in as she only woke me at 5am. That’s two nights in a row of around four hours sleep. At two-and-a-half years of age, most toddlers have started sleeping…

I spent last Tuesday at work in the rarefied environs of the Supreme Court in London. Just for contrast, I spent the next day knocking down a wall with a sledgehammer. I was working at a rapid pace, as I had to have the rubble cleared in time to pick the kids up from school.…

I recently overheard a woman saying she withdew her child from the school choir, in a church school, on the basis that there were “too many churchey songs”. Yet there was no animosity in this slightly eccentric criticism, it was simply that her child preferred musicals. Here in England, faith is a personal matter – to…

Ireland never lets go of an Irish heart. The further we go from our homeland, the stronger it calls us home. French Canadians were never known for singing maudlin ballads lamenting the day they left Paris. English immigrants to Australia were not known to weep out of a heartfelt yearning for Suffolk. Yet we Irish…

I was speaking to my heating system the other day, when I realised that we are currently living in the future. It’s now 2017, after all, which is yet another year straight from the realms of science fiction. Our house has become increasingly like an episode of Star Trek since Alexa arrived. Alexa is a…