A stormy night

  Since I stay at home with Robert I didn't care too much about the weather. Ireland is a very rainy country, in the four years since we are here, we have experienced extreme weather. It seems to me that the umbrella can't help you, I have broken so many, some of them very strong, that I've lost the count. I prefer, however, to always have one with me, in case I need it, it'll take over from the "impact". The weather can be very changing, the clouds are passing with a phenomenal speed due to strong currents and the list can go on. There's a saying: "Don't you like Ireland's weather? Wait for 5 minutes! It can surprise you."

Let's talk (I)

What determined me to write again

  It's Monday morning. A new week is about to begin. It's still early, it's quiet, I can only hear the wood burning in the stove and every now and then a car passing on the street. Robert is asleep. The two lower teeth that appeared early enough - when he was 5 months old I first spotted a tooth on his gum - I think they are followed by the top ones, we've had a rather agitated night with cries until late in night, it seems like his ear upsets him too.