One year and two days and 151 entries ago, with huge help from my daughter Caitriona, on the 26th February 2005 I started writing these pieces.
(They are all here, if you click on “Words Archives” at the top of the page.)
It was intended at the begining to be mainly a foodie piece with recipes and stuff, but by about the third entry it had totally lost its way, this was further compounded by my getting a digital camera and since then my so called words piece has been a rag bag of pieces about my past, photographs of my travels, a handy and occasional soap-box, and a chance for me to pontificate (without the interference of any editor) on my favourite topics ; Family, Food, France, Glass and Words.

It is terrific fun.
My work in the kitchen for the previous 34 years of my life while certainly involving the brain did not involve me in any literary efforts.

One positive aspect has been that my ever loyal brothers and sisters have started to read my stuff, and have themselves been spurred on by my efforts to lift their own pens.
A book is now on the way of a history of our family in Cork.

Who knows, maybe I have awakened a sleeping dragon.

Go mbeirimid beo ar an am seo arís.