Coming back home

The beach - just a short walk from our new house.

It is just over a month since we left Ireland and what a busy crazy month it has been. We spent our last night in Ireland staying with friends in Wexford. Friends that I hadn’t seen in over 13 years, so it was great to catch up and meet new children, and be amazed at how unchanged everyone is.

Then we caught the ferry over to Pembroke and had a quick explore around Tenby. We will be returning there in September when Kevin does his Ironman triathlon. Tenby has an amazing beach and it was a lovely sunny day, so we were able to walk along the shoreline and paddle in the freezing water. Hope it warms up a bit by September!

Then we visited my sister and her family in Newport. It was great to chill out for a couple of days and see Cardiff Bay for the first time since it was redeveloped. I lived in Newport many years ago and it has changed so much since then. It brought back quite a few memories – all good!

Then it was up to Peterborough to see my son’s Grandma which was lovely. Then up to Yorkshire to stay with my mother in law and then finally the long drive to Aberdeen to catch the boat to Shetland. By which time we were, quite frankly, exhausted. Not least because we were driving all the way accompanied by Tiger who complained bitterly in his own unique Siamese way all the way. You did not need a translator to know it was the cat equivalent of “are we there yet?”

We drove off the boat into a rather grey Shetland day and for a moment I felt a sense of anti-climax. But this did not last long. We drove straight to our new house where my first task was to get ready for a job interview at a bookshop.

Much to my amazement I got the job. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been too amazed given my qualifications, but after a year of getting nowhere with my job search in Ireland, my confidence was lower than usual. Much lower! And then an hour or so later I was offered another job. And a few days later I got invited to more job interviews. All of which I have turned down in favour of the bookshop.

Now as most people will realise, retail does not pay well. In fact I nearly fell off my chair in the interview when I was told how much (or rather how little) I would get paid. But working in a bookshop is one of those aspirations I have harboured for many years so I decided to give it a try.

And I am glad I did. It is rather fabulous to be surrounded by books all day. And because it was a bookshop that I have spent a lot of time in as a customer I didn’t exactly need much in the way of induction into where everything was.

The best thing about it is that it is only part-time, three days a week, so plenty of time to get on with my writing and my dissertation.

Reader – it is good to be back home. I can't tell you how fantastic it is to be surrounded by so many good friends. I realise now that I missed it all more than I ever thought possible.