And there I am gone!

No time right now to write but I have just polished off and published a rant from a few weeks back. I was ranting about working parents because it was all the rage at the time. Please leave comments especially if you have points that you think I should make to my local TD, the Minister for Children, Minister for Education etc.

Also don’t forget to check out that lemon meringue pie. Oooh it was delish. I might make more this weekend to try and perfect it. It’s only 11am and I am hungry.

I am Jeannie Cusamano

Last night at about 11.15 Himself and I were watching the last episode in the first series of the Sopranos, “I Dream of Jeannie Cusamano” when there was an almighty bang. The house shook. Then the sound of a car racing off. We looked at each other. It wasn’t a backfire because it wasn’t that sharp, contained sort of noise. It had a bass shuddery element to it. Considering someone was shot down the road last week, Himself decided to ring the police but even by the time he was finished there was a garda car across the road. In the next half an hour there were more garda cars, two fire brigades and an ambulance. We listened to the midnight news but nothing. 7am news this morning revealed that someone had thrown a grenade at a house across the road. A grenade. Somebody living near us owns grenades and thinks throwing them around is the best way to resolve an unpleasant work situation. It’s scary. Very scary. Thankfully no-one was hurt. RTÉ News: Gardaí probe Crumlin grenade attack: “Gardaí probe Crumlin grenade attack
Friday, 29 June 2007 11:04
A grenade has exploded in the front garden of a house in south Dublin.”

I know where Manchan went wrong Instead of a camera crew Manchan should have brought a toddler with him to get a real feel for the state of the Irish Language in Dublin. I guarantee you that every time I speak in Irish to my children in public somebody will say something to us in Irish. This has happened to me near our own home, in town, and near my parents’ home. Sticking a camera in somebody’s face is never the best way to get people to open up. I thought it was put very succinctly by Jack Hyland in a letter to the Irish Times today “A pint is not his point.”