Róisín Ingle

I became obsessed with a quote from Thomas Hardy - not due to my rereading the classics, but to seeking escape in Netflix

I view it as a wholesome relationship, rather than a problematic one. But I would say that, wouldn’t I?

It wasn’t easy for Manchán Magan’s friend to get up, deep in his grief, to lead us in dance but it was healing and it seemed to shift something in all of us

I desperately needed some distraction, and found it in new music from Taylor Swift, Lily Allen and Bressie

I often wonder what I’m missing out on and whether my life would be richer if I went back on the socials

It gave me clarity of mind, it gave me hope and strength, and it’s a gift that keeps on giving

I don’t like bucket lists, but whenever I kick the bucket or pass away or die, this memory, this moment, is coming with me

One of the most precious gifts cancer has given me is a deep friendship with this extraordinary Irish man

It’s well known that I’ll do pretty much anything to avoid using my feet to get anywhere

Sometimes the most satisfying of happy endings can take decades to come to fruition

Paudie and murdered Faithful Christine grapple with newfound fame and life on the outside

Ireland is full? Yeah, full of great telly, wit, wolfhounds and fabulous use of Donegal tweed

Charlotte Leonard-Kane and Shane Palmer, the pair behind Greystones bakery Scéal, share skills in new cookbook

Music, comedy, podcasts and more from William Orbit, Mango, I Dreamed I Dream and Drinks Theatre

A colleague presented me with a tastefully arranged bouquet of compliments

The spirit of 88 lives on, the Hothouse Flowers blaring from a phone and a streaming platform my 17-year-old busking self would think was some kind of voodoo magic

The Women’s Podcast with Róisín Ingle

When she says even with the roaring she stills wants to spend the day with me, I’m moved almost to tears and we hit the greenway

This letter seemed like a sign that things were back to normal and the statute of limitations on all that cancer sympathy had expired

This will be our 25th summer together. None of us know how many more summers we have left

Kevin Barry’s The Cave is the best play I’ve seen on an Irish stage in a very long time, and the c-word is used quite a lot

I rang my friend Paul Howard, a huge Beatles fan, to tell him all about it

They’re self-motivated, I think you’d call it. All I know is that I can take no credit for their industry

A man introduced himself to me as Nick Hornby but I’ve interviewed Nick Hornby before and it wasn’t the same man

It all starts so well, standing in a queue for drinks, as I shut down a man attempting to cut the queue and get praised for my fearlessness

The city is buzzing with shoppers and tourists when we visit for Queenie’s birthday lunch

I don’t feel bad about my neck (chintastic) or my belly (generous) or my hands (they look older than I feel) but lately I feel funny about my hair

Impromptu trip to a charity shop yielded a copy of classic Maeve Binchy collection

Making friends in your 50s is an adventure – you just have to grasp that nettle

I’ve decided I am going to write one letter a week. I’ve even ordered a new writing set

I thought about making a balloon arch for the birthday party a la Meghan Markle, but she makes it look too hard

Sometimes it feels like I’ve spent my whole life losing and learning

My friend Jan Brierton asked me to buy an offensively named item for a very special occasion

But I was also grateful. I am still careful about the links I click on but I am not as afraid of cancer content

Róisín Ingle: I worried that my after-dinner talk was too grim, but my speech – especially the death content – went down well

I invited Jonny for dinner on Leap Day hoping he wouldn’t twig the significance of the date

My neighbour at the next machine was visibly agitated because my frozen pizzas were spilling on to his purple sprouting broccoli

Looking for a solution to the perennial ‘what’s for dinner’ question? The world’s most powerful blender - albeit for a high price - will have the answer

After wandering through the War and the Mind exhibition, we emerge blinking into the London sunshine pondering the fragility of everything

I walk out of that door and my mind turns from the existential to the everyday