so although I was alive and present for the entire last year, turns out I wasn’t much of a fun to my daddy since he didn’t really bother to put down anything I thought or said in writing. don’t know what finally changed his mind and have happened now, but only after I turned one he suddenly thought it would be a good idea to put few of these things together. great timing daddy, it’s so good to see you have finally acknowledge the fact of my very existence!

I can hardly remember at this stage, but apparently I was born over a year in the hospital in Dublin. as I was later told the date of my birth marked also the date when the so called second lockdown was introduced in the country. whatever that means. was there ever the first one? whatever. the world lockdown seems to be quite a big deal in this country. and I guess it has to be a big deal for me too, especially ever since I came to realisation that I was also called a lockdown baby. seemingly all the births during that time weren’t as normal as they used to be before. my parents could only see themselves for a limited time and my daddy couldn’t assist my mammy in the hospital for too long, he was only let into the theatre for a short time before my glorious arrival. on the other hand it’s great to hear that my mammy was there and eager enough to keep me company instead!

only for the record and just so you’ll all be aware: I was born in the middle of so called pandemic. that forced people to basically go back to their own homes, make love and make babies. can’t say that I disagree with that. after all mammy and daddy would never ended up having me and wouldn’t enjoy last year as much as they did if it wasn’t for a lockdown in a first place. so as much as I can say I guess, well. I guess I might be blessed.