Well its that time of my life again , i'm moving house and the stress is getting to me.
We live in the country up a hill and the view's are brilliant, however the garden is 3/4 of an acre and too much for us to cope with.
I'm telling you all this because ten years ago we decided to leave Dublin and look for a quiet life and boy did we get that. Well as you all know Shan and Idiot are my sons and ten years ago Idiot was in Guernsey working when we decided to sell.
At that time my main concern was my daughter as she was only fourteen but she was all for it so it was all systems go. It maybe apparent to everyone that Idiot is not very good at using the phone so we kept forgetting to tell him that the house he called home was up for sale. Prior to putting the house up he made the effort and came home for a couple of nights unexpectantly arriving up to our bedroom at seven in the morning.
The house sold quite quickly but we still kept forgetting to tell Idiot as when he rang it was always a quick call and he would be filling us in on his news . In the end I had to get everyone to remind me to tell him as it was a priest who bought our house so i was afraid Idiot would arrive home as a surprise and give the poor man a heart attack.
When eventually he decided to come home he had to come to carlow . My daughter loves the country and another son lives in carlow now , I don't think either would move back to Dublin.
Sometimes it's good to take the risk but I often wonder would Idiot have taken long to find us