Category Archives: The stuff of daily life

Each summer, we would go to the Stade Dauger in Bayonne to watch Aviron Bayonnais, the local rugby club, play a match. Not once did we manage to find the way to the ground without getting lost. Each time we … Continue reading →

I applied today for a job at a school where it would be a dream to teach. To be applying for jobs at sixty-two years of age is a challenge. In my previous post, I was on a one year … Continue reading →

‘I prefer to concentrate on my own music.’ The occasion of the comment has long disappeared into the realms of forgetfulness, but there came an occasion when what was meant by ´my own music’ was revealed. It was a charity … Continue reading →

The test of endurance becomes worse. Third Year students have sat a two hour mathematics paper for their mock Junior Certificate exam. They then had a twenty minute break before returning to the examination room for ‘study time’. Study time … Continue reading →

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 →