Back from Ireland. I am tempted to add blithely, “back to reality”, but apart from being a useless cliché, I’m not sure it’s true. Why is getting back to work, and sleeping in my own bed, any more ‘real’ than spending time with rarely-seen relatives, and burying my mother? The former activities are certainly more representative of normal life, but if anything are a kind of smokescreen behind which the big important things — death included — play out.… READ MORE.... …