Uh oh, I can feel another list coming on. This one is a top ten of things that have been ‘challenging’ so far - in order of frustratingness (I know it’s not a word, but it’s my blog and I can make up words if I like):
1. I can’t have a bank account
2. I had to queue for 20 minutes to be told I can’t have a bank account (by a fantastically friendly lady - everyone in Ireland is friendly - maybe that’s why the queues are so long?)
3. The reason I can’t have a bank account (so the fantastically friendly lady tells me) is because I have no bills in my name.
4. Yes, you got there before me, didn’t you. The reason I have no bills in my name is because I can’t pay them because…I don’t have a bank account!
5. They turn the water off at 11pm (’because there’s a water shortage’ the fantastically friendly lady from the water people told us - and you can hardly complain because water is free here - bonus!). Mind you, that’s not really frustrating because I’m always in bed before then anyway. Our lodger told us.
6. I don’t know anyone. This is a problem because I don’t know anyone I can ask to babysit, and as I told my friend B, short of accosting smiley looking people in the street and asking them to look after my kids, I’m pretty stuck until school starts and hopefully I make a few friends.
7. I have a toothache and don’t have a babysitter (see 6 above). Ask any mother and she will tell you the chances of your two children behaving while the dentist has his fingers in your mouth so you can’t shout at them are very slim.
Nope that’s it - it’s a top seven today I’m afraid. No, actually, I’ll add three fantastic things instead…
8. I’ve found Tesco! This is important to a girl, and excuse my housewifeliness (well I am a housewife) but it’s fab to find a familiar shop. They do really interesting things like Value Potato Farls. What the hell are they?!
9. There’s no road rage. Everyone drives like a lunatic here, and regards it as completely normal behaviour. No-one seems to get cross, no matter what you do. Yes, even when hubby is driving. Maybe it’s because they’re used to people swerving into their path trying avoid all those dead things by the side of the road…
10. Sons #1 and#2 have discovered a golf driving range down the road. You get 100 balls for 8 euro, and 50 free if you come before 2pm (aargh!). I don’t mind because we get to stop in the pub on the way home. Well, you have to cross over you see, because it’s safer to walk towards incoming traffic (ahem). The range is on the same side of the road as us, but further down. Obviously, there’s the ubiquitous rabbit population who are, of course, completely unaware of all the golf balls thudding around their ears and sit merrily by the markers checking out the form. We wondered if anyone had ever hit one and if so, whether there’s a special prize (queue frenzied shots by sons who, of course, missed every time.)
Got to ten this time!




