I am sad. After 18 months in Dublin, my sister is leaving. She doesn’t like her job and she doesn’t like Dublin. But I loved having her in Dublin. You only really appreciate speaking to your sister face to face when you can’t do it. Sigh. I went around to her apartment the other night and she gave me lots of things. She will be travelling for a bit so anything I don’t take will go into storage. I am a bit of a minimalist. She is a maximalist. I can fit all my make-up in a small bag. She has a walk in wardrobe filled with make-up. I now have a large plastic bag full of extraordinary stuff. I have super regenerating pseudo science serum night cream. She only gave me it on condition that I promised not to use it as day time moisturiser because then the world would end. I have 6 packets of boil in the bag rice (it was on special offer), “storage solutions”, a new coffee table, honey drenched nuts, a Wrigley’s picnic rug – waterproof on one side – and 10 other bags full of things. But I’d rather have my sister here all the same.
I am, of course, keen that she should be happy; I just wish that she had been happy here.
I know exactly how you feel, except in my case, I am the one who left.
not gone yet. I suspect there are several people who would gladly bring you lapsang suchong from London . Your sister-in-law for instance
Juliette, I think you have understood the spirit of the post somewhat better than its object. Yes, I suppose I could get people to bring it from London but it wouldn’t be the same unless delivered by your own fair hands, preferably laden down with air miles.
How can anyone not like Dublin? Hope your sadness lasts no time at all ….
I know, Pog, it seems incredible, doesn’t it?