So 2015 has arrived and after being lucky enough to watch 26 minutes of fireworks on New Year’s Eve in Florida, one of the first things I thought of was that this year is the 200th anniversary of the Battle of Waterloo.
Sometimes it is hard to recognise real change even when the convulsions that are causing it are very visible.
Is it really unreasonable of the new Greek government to propose a debt conference ? I don’t think so, and, after all, there is an interesting precedent set by the London Conference in 1953 which was instrumental in the reconstruction of Europe after the Second World War.
Oh the excitement on Thursday evening ! . The Taoiseach was being released by his handlers and was going to appear on R.T.E.’s Prime Time.
This week my mind has been turning to the summer, to the future and just maybe to better times. It started with the snowdrops.
This week my mind has been struggling to focus on the serious .
Politics can be a rough game. Politicians often lie, most particularly during elections. Even Fine Gael’s new poster boy Leo Varadkar was up to it during the last election.
Easter lifts the spirits. It gives me a spring in my step. I feel renewal in the air. The plant world is stirring and the daffodils abound.
Sometimes fact is both stranger and more entertaining than fiction.
I have to say that this week I feel I am in the wrong place. I have been out of sorts since I got out of bed on Monday morning.