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Now this one is going to be hard to believe, but can be verified by the other members of Girls Aloud I ,eventually, dined with last night. Four of the original members ( minus Thelma who is in Ottawa....we miss you !) arranged to meet, as we do, in the Siam Thai restaurant in Malahide. At 6.30pm, 3 of us took our seats and pondered the immense menu, quickly deciding that the Three Way Jumbo Prawns sounded great.Just as I had taken sip 1 of my Sauvignon Blanc, our 4th member arrived. In a split second, she lost her footing beside the table and the poor dear fell down between the tables. This would just have been embarrassing and a bit funny if she had not actually banjaxed her ankle. It did not take medical degree to know that something was seriously wrong ( unlike the opinion I had with the Blonde's ankle at Christmas !). In a matter of moments, a very handsome man advised me that he was an ex fire man, and proceeded to calm the poor injured party. An ambulance was called ,and two

My followers will remember the devastation I experienced last year when I had to miss the Taste of Dublin, due to one of the boys being sick. This year I prayed to the wellness fairy and she delivered ! On Friday evening BMM, the FA, the Seamstress, the Mad One and yours truly headed off in the Seamstresses amazing Skoda Superb for an evening of tasting, sipping, tasting some more, drinking...you get my drift. A sunny Iveagh Gardens beckoned us and we headed straight for the Jacobs Creek stand intending to use our relationship with the Ambassadrice to secure free bubbly. This is when it happened. A member of the sales team overhearing the chat, asked if I was the 25 year old Ambassadrice's MOTHER !The Mad One thought this was just hilarious, so I shot back my first glass with haste and proceeded quickly to my second. It was a great evening, aided by the truly amazing 80's tribute band " Spring Break" (http://springbreak80s.com) . I stuck to Thai/Malaysian/Indian fayre

On Tuesday evening last, the Mad One, the Stunner and myself headed off to the new craze diet class in a local GAA hall. Each of us for many years has fought the flab via various methods ( WW, ignoring it, coffee and fags, the soup diet, grapefruit diet, cabbage diet etc. etc. etc.) We wanted to try something new with the moral support of each other so off we went.We arrived into an oestrogen stuffed room to be greeted by the leader, a Duracell Bunny type, who asked if we would like tea or coffee !? She advised us to sit with the numerous other "newbies", complete the usual form and take a seat as the class was about to begin. Our previous experience of classes has involved a sedate 20 minute general talk, with a "good luck for the week ahead" and off you go.......not so this time. Name by name, the bouncing leader went through every woman in the room and advised us all of her weight loss or gain, congratulating or berating in turn. Excuses were cast forward onto he

Last night was the social outcasts dinner party in our place. We were joined by the Stunner, YWML, The Mad One, Newly Single, Skinny Malink, Victor, the Blonde, the FA, The Teacher and The Queen of Baking. The antipasti were served outside in the garden with some beautifully chilled Gavi.The men hung around the patio doors so they could view Ireland v Macedonia on the small tv in the kitchen and the Teacher and Victor chose their seats for dinner according to the view of same.The Lemon Chicken was served with a marvellous array of exotic salads, thanks to everyones contributions. The Mad One had brought baked Rooster potatoes and offered Victor one ( potato that is !)of a particular shape and width. Skinny Malink came out with some lovely wee jokes but the Mad One suggested that they were far too clean in nature and proceeded to read out a selection of totally filthy and politically incorrect yarns from her phone. I can only advise you that none of us will ever look at a midwife in the

This week I had the pleasure of welcoming the Rugby President, the First Lady and their adorable children, Little Miss Chatterbox, the Quiet Princess, Genius and Jelly Bean. They arrived over from Shropshire by ferry, and showed up at my front door bearing wine in three colours, a very large box of chocolates and one dozen of their own free range hens eggs.....lovely ! My boys were immediately enthralled and gave them a full show of wrestling and chasing, as they do at about that time every evening. They joined us for a roast dinner and it was a pleasure to clear away the empty plates...I really do sound like BMM now ! On Tuesday, I turned into a local tour guide of minimal knowledge as I showed them around the Hill of Tara ( which Jelly Bean made into Tellytubbie land) and the Battle of the Boyne site, which Genius knew alot more about than I did....he is 12 ! I had thought I was quite knowledgable about local historical sites but it appears I was quite wrong. I came out with one enti