Julie Jay: The Dingle-Killarney commute - and the business of life and death

A trip to the civil registration office reminds me how there is never enough time with people we love

THIS week, I finally remembered to register JJ’s birth - just in the nick of time before I ended up in jail.

I was sitting in my bath of money last week counting my €100 notes when I suddenly realised something was missing. Yes, that sweet, sweet children’s allowance was nowhere to be seen. I checked everywhere - under the soap and behind the shampoo - before remembering I had to officially announce JJ’s arrival before the megabucks came my way.