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A number of years ago my husband became seriously ill in London. He received treatment, came back home and became ill again. His hospitalisation in Du(...)

Grafton Street in the 1960s

He showed me a black-and-white photograph, circa 1959, of a bleak office in the grounds of Dublin Castle. Outside the door was a broken plastic chair(...)

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Friendship week: From best mates to bromances - All week on the irishtimes.com/life-and-style, we take a closer look at friendship I recently sat w(...)

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Holy cow, January was bleak, wasn’t it? Hard cold rain, biting winds, endless inducements from the media to clean up one’s act, to shape up, shed pou(...)

Jerry Hall and Rupert Murdoch. Photograph: Mario Anzuoni/Reuters

Well, here’s one certainty: I definitely will not be marrying an octogenarian billionaire any time soon. Unlike 59-year-old Jerry Hall, who recently (...)

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The desire to purge and simplify remains with me weeks into this sodden, polar-cold, sharply lit new year. No matter how hard I snigger at my own end(...)

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Mid-January: bleak, bloated, broke. Here we are again: groundhog day. The Christmas decorations have finally been airlifted from the stairs, the spent(...)

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They cut down the cherry tree. I had to park around the corner; our small cul-de-sac was chock-a-block with machinery. I walked up to my front door(...)

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It’s January again. Around my neck of the woods everyone is running up and down the seafront in their wearable technology and brand-new micromesh shoe(...)

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Perfect Christmases don’t grow on fir trees. Take it from someone who knows, someone who has spent years at the coalface of seasonal ennui, lying in (...)