Jennifer O’Connell: ‘It’s troubling to discover how much I enjoy a communion bash’
I regret my kids’ missing out on the tradition. And the potato salad
In our three years living abroad, I had forgotten what May in Ireland is all about. The great pink hunks of roast lamb and potato salad; the bowls of coleslaw and cous cous; the adults sitting in the weak sun with glasses of gently warming white wine; the urgent gangs of preteens rushing to wherever the adults are not; the bouncy castle burns on little knees; the shoes gone astray only to turn up when the bouncy castle man comes to take the whole thing away; the three-year-old so exhausted by it all, she falls asleep fully upright, her back against my knee and her head lolling like a drunk.