IT’S MY LIFE

Irish Examiner - Feelgood - - Parenting -

PER­HAPS I’ve been given this writ­ing gig in or­der to save you all. Not in a re­li­gious way but in a ‘Don’t make the same mis­takes as I did’ way. Well, if that is the case here is another les­son from my life.

As I’ve shared be­fore, oc­ca­sion­ally I re­cy­cle. For a few hours, I be­come a lit­tle un­hinged and pack nu­mer­ous black bags with clothes. I then de­velop a form of blind­ness which al­lows me to ig­nore them for weeks.

Wor­ry­ingly, my blind­ness ap­pears to be con­ta­gious, af­fect­ing yer man and my chil­dren. As time passes the bags be­gin to leak. It is only when the floor be­comes lit­tered with clothes that mirac­u­lously my blind­ness lifts. Hor­ri­fied at the mess I trans­fer the bags to my car where they en­joy many drives in my com­pany to ev­ery­where but the re­cy­cling cen­tre.

Per­haps it was the fact they’d now be­gun to leak in my boot, but last week I fi­nally got there. As I dropped each bag into the re­cy­cling bin I was struck by how sim­ple a task it is. Re­solv­ing to do it more of­ten, I reached into my pock­ets for the keys. They were empty. I dug deep into my three-inch pock­ets. Def­i­nitely empty. I looked at the gi­ant mouth of the re­cy­cling bin. Had that

“For a few hours, I be­come a lit­tle un­hinged and pack nu­mer­ous black bags with clothes. I then de­velop a form of blind­ness which al­lows me to ig­nore them for weeks

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