Category Archives: Being Irish Abroad

Bed-making, Breeding and Cats

One of the firmest (you will get the pun later!) cultural differences that I have noticed between Ireland and Spain is the importance of bed-making. Now, I’m no slob, was brought up well and will never leave undone a bed … Continue reading

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Hey Dude, Where’s My Country? The Spanish View of Brexit

As an Irish man living in Madrid I find myself intrigued by Spanish attitudes to Brexit. Or, more correctly, attitude. Because, in this otherwise deeply divided country (left v right, republican v monarchist, secessionist v integrationist, Madrid v Barcelona, north … Continue reading

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Camellia in Flower

How I wish to catch again the bright burst buds of our camellia in flower, Candy-red explosions on the west wall of my childhood home’s driveway in Ennis, Co. Clare, In April — or a good year, March — watch … Continue reading

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That Phone Call

Last Saturday week I got that phone call that everyone living abroad dreads. It was my brother telling me my mother had taken a fall and had broken her leg. She had been rushed to hospital in the small hours … Continue reading

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Hot, Hot, Hot

They say that during a heatwave such as the one we’re “enjoying” at the moment you shouldn’t look at a thermometer or check the weather forecast — it just makes things worse. Your body already knows that it’s forty degrees … Continue reading

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