Travelling on a luas

I walk to work. And I walk home again. I like to walk. It is good in both city and country. It seems to me like both watching the film and editing it as one goes. It is only when you walk with someone else that you enter the scene as a player yourself.

Today I went to Sandyford on the luas. TheDublin light rail to the uninitiated. And Sandyford is lego land for corporations and cranes. This was not a voluntary journey.

House mates

We are looking for a housemate, or rather they, in their droves, are coming to find us. Strange business. Debora from Italy told us "i am debora from italy and i work like cabin crew". We are on dry land and white slavery has been abolished. This is all rather confusing.

The First Day

Today Jess and I washed the dog. While this was not a first, Rouge and I having passed almost fourteen years in semi peaceful co-existence, it always manages to feel like an expedition. The stairs in this house are formidable. The dog's attitude to baths quite matches them in ardour.

So also this is a first. But verily so. I have a rather understandable desire that this may not be read at all. Understandable on closer inspection, or introspection assuming many assumptions.
All in all if one must keep a record then one must in some way acknowledge the fact ex ante.