We all smell

Today going home after work, we as always got on the bus at Pearse Street. The bus is pretty packed because it's rush hour. We're all rushing to get home and most of us will once at home run around the kitchen for a little bit and get a rushed dinner together. We'll eat in silence watchin Gerry Ryan's "Operation Transformation" and think to ourselves that I should really get a grip and start eating healthy and exercise more. Today on the bus, just as we get upstairs to sit down, I notice there is a very unpleasent smell to put it mildly. A little embarrassed I try and look around to find out where this stinking is coming from. There he is. In one of the back seats, surrounded by empty seats in the otherwise packed bus, sits an older man with a hair and beard that can almost be described as Santa like. Except that it's dark grey of dirt. Judging from his apperance he has been sleeping rough for quite a while. I have to admit that we had to get off to change buses as I started feeling nautious from the smell. It's now nearly 11pm and here I am in my warm bed, not being able to sleep, thinking of that man who might just had been on that bus to get some heat before heading out in the cold and wet night. I smell of shame.

Thanks for the smile!

To the little girl who was building this adourable little snowman outside Doyles pub - Thanks for the smile you put on so many stressed, cold and frustrated Dubliners this afternoon.

Through Graham's eyes

A few shots from our Christmas holiday in Sweden.

Nytt År

Jag sitter på bussen på väg hem till Dublin efter att ha spenderat nyåret nere i Wexford med släkt till Graham. Solen skiner utanför och vi har fått lite snö och dett biter till och med lite i kinden när man går ut. Kan faktiskt inte tänka mig bättre väder start på året. Bussen rullar på som sagt och jag sitter här och filosoferar så smått på det gångna året. Mycket har hänt och det finns så oerhört mycket att vara tacksam för. Livet kan ändra sig väldigt fort det är det enda man kan vara absolut säker på. Graham halvslumrar bredvid mig och jag kan inte låta bli att le. Barnet i sätet bakom mig äter lök chips och leker med en av sina julklappar. Han berättar också för sin mamma att nästa jul ska han önska sig en sån iPhone som tjejen framför har. Paret framför oss har nu ringt 5 samtal till olika människor och berättat att bussen var och nu är över en timme sen. För mig gör det inte så mycket, jag tänker inte reta upp mig på små saker. Det är ett löfte för år 2010.
Ta hand om er!
Elisabeth "Lilly"

Frustration

It's now 7.39. I got up at 5.10 just not to miss a prebooked taxi for 6.00, just so we would be at the airport well in time for our flight at 9.20. It took me 3 minutes to get blogger up on my iPhone and it's now 07.42. All I have to fo now is to sit here at Dublin airport for another few hours to find out if my flight to Christmas celebration in Sweden is cancelled or will be further delayed then the 2 hours previously announced. Bless Starbucks for having comfy chairs! I might finish my Xmas holiday book even before the I've left the country...sigh....

Trött

Två dagar kvar innan ledigt för julfirande. Det känns som om jag är en Kalles Kaviar tub där den sista lilla biten ska klämmas fram. Min sista lilla bit av energi måste bara räcka till Fredag kväll. Kämpa kämpa.

Furious!

I am angry and have a big knot in my tummy of anxiety and fury. Someone has had the nerves to climb up to our first floor bedroom balcony, clip the locks and steal our two bikes. It makes me furious when I think about it! Extremely unnerving too. Happy bloody Christmas....