I’m just back from my recent trip to Ireland. It was a good trip. There were no mid-air emergencies, and I successfully managed my fear of flying by following the Australian cricket team’s ‘one-beer-for-every-hour-in-the-sky’ method (swapping beer for champagne, of course).I lived in Ireland for five years (I’m married to an Irishman), so our trip wasn’t exactly a touristy one. I remember my first … [Read more...]
Seven sleeps ’til Ireland
In a week’s time, I will be sitting on an airplane with Little Fairy, Boy-Who-Asks-Questions and Busy-And-Important-Husband, winging our way from Sydney to Ireland.I think I would rather drink a glass of wee.I agree, this melodramatic opening is possibly a tad lowbrow - but if you drank a glass of wee it would be over quickly. Flying to Ireland takes 22 hours.There are a number of reasons why I … [Read more...]