Julie Jay: Pregnancy update — I am so highly strung I belong in the RTÉ orchestra

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Julie Jay: “Melt? This is west Kerry, in April. The only thing melting is my head from people asking me ‘where’s the butter’.”

Julie Jay: “Melt? This is west Kerry, in April. The only thing melting is my head from people asking me ‘where’s the butter’.”

GENERALLY speaking, Ted doesn’t really test my patience, primarily because he also works off some pretty serious privilege. It is almost impossible to be irked by someone with such big blue eyes and gossamer curls.

Even his most unreasonable demands fail to annoy me. At the start of the week, when presented with an evening meal of fish and potatoes, Ted pushes his plate away and demands ice cream for dinner. After tears, protests, and flailing arms, we eventually come to a compromise, and by compromise, I mean we have ice cream for dinner.

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