RTÉ is reporting Praveen Halappanavar will receive the final draft report of the HSE’s review into the death of his wife, Savita, on Friday.
Solicitor expects to recieve Savita Halappanavar report on Friday (RTÉ)
(screengrab: Irish Times)
Inspired by this WiseGeek post about the recommended daily adult calorific allowance.
We’d have the two and a half Danish pastries.
Two feather-beaten seagulls on a Dublin rooftop today.
This is why they crap on everyone.
Thanks Simon Kingston
Meanwhile, close by:
Dylan Townsend writes:
This cat rules our neighbourhood in true Chairman Mao fashion…found him wandering his snowy beat early this morning.
He Loves It
at
Don’t encourage him.
He knows as much about women as a single dude living off TV dinners in a roomy two-bed in Castleknock can.
Varadkar Told “Childcare Not A Luxury” (Independent.ie)
(Laura Hutton/Photocall Ireland)
Wafflewaitress tweetz:
Hmm, guards, army with guns etc…wonder what’s occurring here? Nosy cow at Dublin airport. On a plane.
Ladies and gentlemen – to your conspiracy theories!*
(*or killjoy rational explanations)
Gonzo.
His tambourine skills, his panache, his effortless sense of style.
Form an orderly queue, ladies.
Heavy Petal
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Oisin writes:
Charlie Flanagan stood up in the Dáil yesterday and complained about SF TD’s wearing Easter lily badges produced by the National Graves Association every year to remember 1916 and fund the up keep of republican graves.
Charlie’s father Oliver J. was well known for saying very offensive things in the Dáil including speaking of the need to “rout the jews out of this country”.
Godwin’s in two.
Respect.
Image via An Phoblacht
Melbourne based artist Magdelena Bors photo series The Seventh Day, for which she built a bizarre range of alien landscapes inside her home featuring single characters seemingly overwhelmed by the chaos. Of the ‘connection between ourselves and the natural world’ represented in her work, she sez:
I am fascinated by the simultaneous strength and fragility of this connection as we go about our lives, spending most of our time within the confines of the small compartments we call home.