There’s a saying in Ireland: Ní saoirse gan saoirse na mban. It means ‘there is no freedom without the freedom of women’. Unless you live under a rock, or you’ve been on your holliers in outer Mongolia (do they have good broadband? I’ve no idea), you’ll likely have been aware of the abortion referendum in Ireland. I myself wrote a brief piece about it recently.
Early this week I was walking into a building to do a regular teaching job. I never got to the job. Instead I began a painful and scary week.
The 8th amendment. Jesus, you can’t go anywhere but someone is talking about it at the moment. It’s a topical issue. It’s an emotive issue. It’s a divisive issue.
So, as may be clear from my last few posts, I’ve been having a bit of a rough go of things. But if you know me at all, you’ll know I’m not one to wallow. And that I’m a sucker for a good cause. Continue reading “Strictly For Jack – Self Care in Disco Time!”