I remember this day twenty years ago.
I first moved here back in the sixties. Then I committed the heinous crime of getting married and was sentenced to 22 years of living in the suburbs of Dublin with no remission.
Then on the 10th of March 1999 I finally moved back here again.
On the 10th of the previous December I had been given two options – I could either sell the Manor and stay in the suburbs or I could sell the suburbs and move out to freedom. For various reasons I won’t go into, I had a limit of six months to move out or I would loose the second option. It took three very hectic months to the day, which surprised everyone, not least myself.
The place has changed just a little bit since then.
There is a new door to the garden and another to the roof[!]. Virtually every room has been rebuilt in some form or fashion, including a complete rebuild of the kitchen and bathroom. The attic has been rebuilt from scratch. There is now central heating and extra insulation.
The grounds have seen a few changes too, though mainly through trees growing too big and blowing down.
I remember too the following week coming up to Paddy’s Day. We had a miniature heatwave and I decided to have a barbecue but every shop in the entire region had sold out of charcoal. I think I eventually found a bag having driven about twenty miles. Snow showers are forecast for today which is a little more typical.
I wonder where I’ll be in twenty years time?