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Aida Austin

Thank god for Rosie, at 16 she still goes by the affectionate family nickname of Rosie the Nun

9am and my youngest sister, who is due to collect my mother from Cork airport at three this afternoon, should be well past her point of departure from Sligo by now.

Sat, 05 Mar, 2016

Mum says, ‘god help me in the Wild West’. Ireland’s reputation is on the line. Things have to go smoothly...

Sunday, 8.45am. My mother, two daughters, sister, her four offspring and big, bounding dog that runs off all the time are coming to visit.

Sat, 27 Feb, 2016

'I need your verdict on whether or not my normal self is a dismayed tortoise. And for god’s sake stop laughing'

NEW home, 8.30am and my husband returns to the bedroom after his shower.

Sat, 20 Feb, 2016

There’s nothing so depressing as boasting about something you used to do that you can’t anymore

Home, Tuesday, 7pm, and my daughter is unsettled to discover, that, at 23 years of age, she’s lost the ability to do the splits.

Sat, 13 Feb, 2016

‘Sometimes, I think he feels it’s safer to chat through a dog’

9PM, at home in our new town house. The nuts and bolts of selling our old farmhouse have been accomplished, but the buckles and braces require some attention.

Sat, 06 Feb, 2016

And then there is an apocalyptic explosion in the bathroom

It is the second night we have spent in our new town house and my husband and I are lying side by side at midnight in bed, bathed in the soft glow of bedside-lamp light, enjoying the peace in our bones. I for one have not felt peace in my bones for half a year.

Sat, 30 Jan, 2016

'He sleeps deeply while I lie in the valley of death'

Thank god for Rosie, at 16 she still goes by the affectionate family nickname of Rosie the Nun

Mum says, ‘god help me in the Wild West’. Ireland’s reputation is on the line. Things have to go smoothly...

'I need your verdict on whether or not my normal self is a dismayed tortoise. And for god’s sake stop laughing'

There’s nothing so depressing as boasting about something you used to do that you can’t anymore

‘Sometimes, I think he feels it’s safer to chat through a dog’

And then there is an apocalyptic explosion in the bathroom

'He sleeps deeply while I lie in the valley of death'

For two decades, I’ve lived in a field. I’m not sure I want to die in one”

Sustaining this column on my shortcomings would be hard

Rummaging around in this idea of Gender Studies with my mother

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