Why am I writing an ode to the dishwasher? I am, because having one after five years of hand washing the dishes, through potlucks and parties and everything in between, is like having a good magic spell in your kitchen. I will miss the way the husband made my day in the past by offering to do the dishes thrice in a row, but other than that - I am all ready to sing the dishwasher's praises!
Category: Dublin
First evening in Dublin
It was our first evening in Dublin. My husband had accepted a job in Ireland, without either of us ever setting foot in the country before. When we reached the service apartment where we were to spend our first ever night in Ireland, we couldn't get anyone to let us in. It would have been a very sad evening if it wasn't for the warmth and friendly banter of the Irish taxi driver who had driven us from the airport to the service apartment and welcomed us to our new life...
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