English Mum in Ireland

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I’m a 37 year old layabout with a penchant for cooking, shopping, hot baths, Green & Black’s and a nice glass of red. Not necessarily in that order. I can be lured anywhere with something pink and sparkly or anything that smells nice. We moved from the UK in 2006 and have lived in the wondrous county of Cavan since August 2007.

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