Wow, I swear I could hear the squeak of rust as I opened this page! I have been so neglectful I hang my head in shame. So what’s been keeping me from posting? Well:
1. Work! Long hours, no breaks at the weekend, endless stream of animations. Good for my bank balance but not great for my life balance.
2. Moving house. Yes, we are leaving County Dublin as rent has finally moved beyond us for the size of house we need and we’re becoming Wicklowites…Wicklowers…Wicklownians. Hmm, I suppose I’d better find out the correct term.
3. The Harding Choir. I’ve been busy organising a concert for June 21st (ahhh! that’s two weeks time!) in aid of Barretstown…and I’m new to this event organisation stuff so it’s somewhat scary to me. Sure I have posters, a beautiful venue in St Patrick’s Church in Dalkey, a 50-strong choir who will be performing spirituals and classics…now all I need is an audience. The thought of an empty church is enough to wake me at night in a cold sweat.
4. Add to all that a showreel/portfolio that must be worked on and a toddler who has discovered the phrase “Stop it!” and can deliver it red-faced, fists clenched and at a decibel that weakens the knees.
Ah, well. The sun is shining, there’s a soft summer breeze blowing through my window. I’m taking a break in the packing while Matt goes to get some Pad Thai from the Thai House in Dalkey. Oh, and my sister is minding Eve until tomorrow evening. Bliss.
8 replies on “Moving House”
Welcome back Ginger! God moving house and loads of work, stress city! Poor you, hope it all goes well for you.
Oh, and the phrase you’re looking for isn’t Wicklonian or any of those…
It’s BOGGER!
Haha! Bogger, of course 😀
Welcome back Claire!
Moving house eh? Now would that be Darkest Wicklow – eg. Arklow, Baltinglass? Or maybe more Dublinesque Wicklow – e.g. Bray, Greystones. The latter would mean you avoid being a Bogger Blogger!!
Good luck with the concert.
John
Ah, it’s only Greystones so still linked by the DART to Dublin. So does that mean I get to retain Dublin status then?
No, sorry, you’re a bogger and that’s that. I’m not having any of you spud-gobblers coming up here, claiming Dub status, stealing our jobs and our women. Enough. You’re a bogger. I’m not suggesting you be proud of it, but you’ll have to learn to tolerate it!
Greystones – nice spot. No ur not a bogger, it’s more like refined Dublin back garden. U get to have coffee in Powerscourt, Enniskerry and Avoca Handweavers and talk about trees. A photographer’s paradise.
I’d like to add my voice to your welcome back. It’s good to move. I’ve found that I love the places I used to live more than ever.
Bogland forever…
2 words:
MUCK-SAVAGE
‘Bogger’ is too good for you