Category Archives: The stuff of daily life

Can one have a vicarious sinking feeling? Is it possible that the apprehension felt by others is something that might be fully sensed by oneself? The Leaving Certificate mock examinations have begun. A room filled with people of seventeen and … Continue reading →

The last bottle is being drunk. Four half-litre bottles came as part of a Christmas hamper that also included an assortment of cheeses and crackers. Harry’s Cider comes from the orchards of Harry Fry in the village of Long Sutton in … Continue reading →

I have the First Years after lunch tomorrow. Their capacity for tangential thinking seems to become magnified when lessons are in the afternoon. Yet they haven’t yet developed the skills for diversion possessed by the Year 8 students in the … Continue reading →

Walking up a city street on the evening of 6th January, there had been a large white elk peering down from the top of a wall that ran beside the street.  Perhaps it was intended to be a reindeer; it … Continue reading →

During the past week, I have spent more time sleeping than awake. Even when up and dressed, I have contrived to doze off whilst sitting in an armchair. Perhaps it has been the cocktail of medications, the usual tablets for … Continue reading →