To Be Frank …

An interesting article pointed out on IRC debunks the suggestion that there is no word in the Irish language for Sex !

ag bualadh leathair
ag déanamh pite boid
ag déanamh pís ghlaice
ag ealáin
an cleas a dhéanamh
collaíocht
craiceann a bhualadh
craiceann a dhéanamh
cuid a dhéanamh de
focáil
gnéas

Although I’d disagree that some of those are Gaeilge ceart (mar dhea), I’ve at least heard of most of ‘em … there’s one that’s definate Béarlachas … but I’ll leave that to you to guess !

Well, the maths has been done. The decisions made, the “SALE AGREED” sign has gone up, there’s no turning back now …

We’ve finally agreed a price on the house, a whopping EUR 470,000 !

Now all we have to do is:

• Find EUR 6,000 deposit for the nice estate agent
• Put ours on the market and hope for a reasonable amount (anyone want to buy a 3-bed in Lusk ? Going cheap !)
• Find the rest of the cash (down the back of the sofa was a common suggestion !)
• Start packing !

It’s amazing just how much crap can build up in 18-months … especially where there’s a kid involved !

I’ve only just looked at the front-page of this blog now, it’s dreadful !

Any of you web-designer types out there care to lend a few suggestions – I’m not great at mucking around in CSS or indeed in the templates that come with these newfangled bits of blogging software Donncha keeps hacking up !

Since my grandmother passed away last December things have been a little strange … we’ve all got to claim various bits and pieces of furniture / keepsakes etc. That’s normal enough, but now the hard part is upon us – the house is up for sale .

That – of course – is the sad part. The strange thing is that even with a pricetag that stands at well over €420,000 – we’ve done the maths and figure we could afford to buy it. The only issue is – do we want to ?
The area it’s in is an old neighbourhood – well established … the house itself is big (at least 25% bigger than our current one), the gardens are also very big, especially by modern standards, and all in all, on paper, everything adds up.
The house went on the open market last weekend, and there were plenty of interested viewers. So time isn’t a luxury we really have in coming to this decision … it’s all down now to weighing up the pros and cons …
There seem to be too few cons, which bugs me. I know it’d feel strange living there, but we’d get over that … This must be what angst feels like !