MUSINGS Why fly such a cozy nest?

Cozy nest conundrum


Diary of a home bird
Ciara Galvin

You’d think at nearly 25 I would be chomping at the bit to fly away from the nest, and don’t get me wrong, I am. I look forward to some day in the not-too-distance future of having control of the Sky remote and proclaiming an outright ban on watching a person hit a little white ball around a field.
Yet as much as I want this freedom, I’m fighting a losing battle. The roomies have instigated Operation Make Her Comfy. Firstly, I’ve turned into Dracula’s bride. The installation of blackout blinds, courtesy of ‘the roomies’ has rendered my senses of night and day virtually non-existent. The room, which once saw me comfortably put in a nine-hour shift of rest, could now see me sleeping through an entire papal conclave. a
Although I am definitely embracing the blackout blinds, I do feel a little hard done by. Every summer during my school and college years, when I didn’t have to rise at dawn, I was rudely awoken by natural light in the early AMs. Now, when one must put on the Pumas and get into the rat race every day, I barely know what season it is, never mind what time it is.
Operation Make Her Comfy didn’t stop there though, no siree Bob. The roomies knew that even out on my own in the big bad world, I’d eventually get my hands on the genius invention that are black-out blinds. They thought bigger. Could I create my very own hideaway equipped with literature and DVDs? No, no I could not. So, just to really fluff the feathers in my pillow, the roomies have created a ‘man cave’. Granted it’s meant to be for Pops. A quiet room where he can read ‘Computers for Dummies’, while never touching as much as the space bar on the computer keyboard in the next room.
I have claimed co-ownership of the man cave.
Effectively, it allows me to give the impression that once I enter that domain I shall not be pestered, as I am writing important news items. In fact, I’m telling facebook ‘what is on my mind’.
So what next? Automatic foot warmer? Oops, already have that (Pops has the good aul’ hot water bottle in place usually). Perhaps one of those showers with jets, where you can sit down and listen to the radio? Nah. Who am I kidding, they’re not that foolish. I already take an age in the bathroom, as the male roomie always reminds me – ‘Little pet, we thought you got washed down the plug-hole’.
My advice to any of you roomies out there attempting to get rid of the ‘hangers-on’ like me: Cut a few springs in the bed, ensure the hot water happens to go cold as they get ready for work, and … most importantly, watch golf … lots of golf.

In her fortnightly Diary of a Home Bird column, Ciara Galvin reveals the trials and tribulations of a twenty-something year old still living with her parents.