25 Jul 2021
Back in February I bought two Oxford Sandy & Black piglets to raise for slaughter. Tadhg, a committed vegetarian, had repeatedly asked me not to send them to slaughter. In a moment of grief, I publicly vowed to his siblings that the two pigs would receive a stay...
19 Jun 2021
My dear son, Tadhg, died on 19 June. He went to sleep and didn’t wake up. Below is my speech at his funeral which I hope will go some way to show you what Tadhg was really like. I cannot find the words to express the intense pain and sense of loss that I, and...
7 Jun 2021
The back of the cottage was boring and plain, gravel on the ground, surrounded by a whitewashed wall. The paint shop mixed the red outside wall paint especially for me as normally you can only buy pastel colours for outside walls – what’s wrong with a...
5 Jan 2021
Not long after moving in I realised we were not alone. There was definite evidence of mice – little droppings everywhere, as well as unused mouse-traps hidden under the sink and in the hot-press (which is in the living room). At night I could hear scratching in...
14 Dec 2020
Late November 2020 myself, my son Tadhg, and two dogs left my semi-detached house with a postage stamp sized garden on an estate, near the coast in south Dublin and moved to a cottage on three acres in the middle of Wicklow. The two cats were boarded out as it was...
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