We’re only fit for the bed or the fireside after our big day on Saturday. If I recover sufficiently I’ll tell all next week…and then it will be Writers Week…….



My mother used to say “There is so much bad in the best of us and so much good in the worst of us that it ill behoves any of us to talk about the rest of us.” So I won’t pass judgement but I’ll share this poem that Sinéad Gleeson shared online