My name is Brenda Drumm and I live in Newbridge, Co Kildare with my family: –
- 1 husband (Bryan)
- 2 kids (Emma and Cathal)
- 3 cats (Shadow, Katniss and Zazzles)
- an unspecified number of tropical fish
I am 46 and have been living with incurable cancer since 2007.
I work full time as Communications Officer in Maynooth, Co Kildare.
In my spare time I produce and present two radio programmes on local radio here in Kildare. One is called Religion Matters and it airs on a Sunday morning on Kfm radio and the other is an arts show called Artyfacts which airs on the same radio station on a Wednesday evening at 7pm. I have always wanted to do radio and was thrilled to get the chance back in October 2010 and I have been a very happy radio head ever since.
I love music and books. I love to write – prose and the odd bit of truly terrible poetry.
I am really into photography and I have won a couple of competitions for my photos. I have also had a number of my press photos published in National and local newspapers as well as on countless websites. In another life I think I would be a National Geographic photo journalist.
I like to travel but I am equally happy to be at home with Bryan and the kids. My daughter and I are on a tour of European cities in recent years. We have done London, Berlin and are off to Paris this year.
I am second eldest in a family of five children and two parents and we are all alive and kicking.
My daughter is an extremely talented published writer and poet. I am looking forward to seeing her novel on book shelves in the not too distant future…..it’s going to happen ……
I have a son who has just started his own YouTube channel and who is hoping to gain 1M followers sooner rather than later so as he can get something called the Golden YouTube Button.
I love a good laugh – at myself mostly but also at people we are supposed to find funny!
I consider myself to be very lucky and very blessed.
I do not have a bucket list.
I have one aim in life and that is to wear more purple.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me,
And I shall spend my pension
on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals,
and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,
And run my stick along the public railings,
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens,
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,
Or only bread and pickle for a week,
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats
and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,
And pay our rent and not swear in the street,
And set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me
are not too shocked and surprised,
When suddenly I am old
and start to wear purple!
I’m not sure how you found my blog but welcome and thanks for stopping by. I hope you will stay a while and read some of my ramblings.