Today, leaving Ireland, for the first time I feel like I am leaving home and as I was looking back over the waves and the rises of Carrickfergus I found myself longing to turn back. In a few more years I will have lived in Ireland for as long as I have ever lived in Scotland, and I can’t see me returning home before that Rubicon has been crossed.
Follow @UrFhasaidh Skye has been uncharacteristically sociable of late. On his escapes from his cage he has taken to landing on the desk and playing with pens and assaulting the laptop screen. He hasn’t behaved like this since before he got himself a girlfriend. At first I thought that this was a sign that he … Continue reading Another Brilliant Adventure of Skye the Parakeet
Follow @UrFhasaidh At this stage Skye the parakeet pretty much has the run of the house. It doesn’t bother him that Ambrose, the porky Jack Russell, also has the run of the house. The world exists in three dimensions for Skye and Jura. They have all the floor space and when wee Ambrose comes along … Continue reading Adventures of Skye #1
Doctor Who never interested me as a child. It still doesn’t. I was never a fan of science fiction, and I was certainly never a fan of BBC sci-fi. Back in the day, when my brothers and I were being minded by our Uncle Stephen, we were inflicted with Jim’ll Fix It, Top of the … Continue reading Tom Baker Chic Three Decades Late
It’s a beautiful sunny Saturday morning and I have released Skye and Jura from their messy little cage. Getting birds has been one of my best decisions in recent years. Last year on Saint Patrick’s Day, believe it or not, I found a juvenile African Grey parrot grounded on Thomas Street. He was a little … Continue reading Tweets are Really for the Birds
Tradesmen, it would seem, have a licence to print money. I doubt very much that I am alone in this experience. Whether it is an electrician, a plumber, or a general repair man, the ‘bad news’ is always the same – much more than you had ever expected. Something goes on the blink in the … Continue reading Being Cold and at Boiling Point