Category Archives: Blarney Family

Belfast Bath Time

Malt and Cod Liver Oil does not seem to have been a feature of many people’s childhoods, but it was a big, sticky boke-inducing part of mine.  In Belfast in the early 1960s, we were served a heaped spoonful on … Continue reading

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My childhood bedroom

My parents decided not to replace our bedroom carpet until my sister and I had stopped spitting up and pissing in corners. The carpet was an ugly grey and black, not the kind of thing you usually see in a … Continue reading

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Spouting on at Vesuvius

86 kinds of apricot grow in Calabria. For a moment we feared that Alberio might talk us through each one. Alberio, in addition to being passionate about volcanos, is a food and wine expert. He invented a half day tour … Continue reading

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Two middle aged women leaning against rails and sitting on walls

More pictures than anyone could possibly want of the Crone and the Cackler. We had a great time. Thanks to Italy for providing the backdrops.

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With Audrey, on Capri

It beats me how Audrey Hepburn ever squeezed her calves into a pair of Capri pants. If the actress spent any time on the island of Capri she must have been very beefy twixt knee and ankle because the inclines … Continue reading

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Sharp tongues, sharp corners and a steady hand: sister love in Sorrento

“I like that cardigan,” said the Cackler, “it’s not the kind of thing you usually  wear” I am famous for my attachment to cardigans so I pressed her to elaborate. “It’s pretty and understated” she replied “not your kind of … Continue reading

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Ready for a holiday

We are still applying Carmex even though we have no cowboys to kiss. Carmex is one of the Cackler’s favorite American discoveries and she has returned to England with a case full, determined her lips will be unchapped should a … Continue reading

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My Sister, the Saguaro and Customer Service

The barman had called last orders by the time we checked in but agreed to stay and serve us.  “Glass of wine? You’d better have two each since I’m closing” he said. Our kind of chap. Hearing that we planned … Continue reading

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The Best Kind of Birthday

Birthdays always fell a little short of special when I was a child. My sister was born a year and three days after me and so my mother would invest in one packet of candles, bake two cakes, and make … Continue reading

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Achingly Hip

The Cackler is blessed with boundless Babelicious energy and a functioning set of knees but even she felt old and creaky when faced with three sets of stairs, no elevator, and the design features that were part and parcel of … Continue reading

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