The miracle of Ju Ik Yu

...is not the title of Quentin Tarantino's next film. It is a wonderful little oil which is made in Malaysia and used by confinement ladies over the generations to help a colicky baby. It actually works and is completely herbal. Ma finally pestered me into using it an he is a much calmer child. The bath may also have helped.

Here is Ma with Amhairghin. She is thrilled because not only has her oil worked, but she is actually able to hold him without him yelling at the top of his voice. My dad has finiahsed hoovering the car. It must be pure hell to him to see the state it has gotten itself into. In a country where cars are prized higher than some of your younger children, it is unthinkable that i could have let it go to that state and seed. He has just come in to tell me that he has just washed the car and has removed years of kerak-kerak...as he left the room he said, "I never do that to my own car you know..."



And here is Amhairghin, poster child for Ju Ik Yu.

Silence is golden

Kate
I have been going through the collection of short stories and am beginning to think that Chopin was actually not a feminist at all, but a melodramatist. What kind of feminist has all her female characters dying because their destinies were denied them?