Blasts from the past…hello Cyril
For weeks I’ve been drip feeding the blog, wondering if anyone really looks at blogs that crop up in the ether and suddenly someone from the past appears. Wonderful! Cyril is a friend from Aberdeen days who worked in the same school as I did – I was the Irish supply teacher; he was the French assistant. Good to have you back.
So, a weekend in Ireland and I’m out of kilter. If home is where the heart is then mine is split. 26 years in the Uk hasn’t dulled my passion for Ireland or my feeling that it’s home but 26 years in the Uk has brought a husband, three sons and a cirle of good friends…and that’s home too.
Guess I’m lucky.