The stock markets are crumbling and my son comes home from school opens the fridge to take out a red pepper and proceeds to devour it with feta cheese. I let loose;
''God, don't you know how expensive that red pepper is. That red pepper would go miles in a stew, don't eat the red peppers with feta cheese please, have a banana, cheap, full of potassium and we have at least twenty in the fruit basket''.
He looks startled, almost panicked but continues to eat the red pepper, the cheese crumbling in his hungry palms. Confused Celtic Tiger child that he was, was being the operative word here.
But things are different now as we just gave something like one point five billion or some huge amount of money to the Greeks. We had to borrow the money! Some people are saying we might never get it back. And to make matters worse the Ash is back once again and from all accounts will continue to come and go all Summer so there is really no escape from this wretched expensive red pepper isle.
I was in the butcher's today carefully perusing the meat counter, checking out the free range chicken as opposed to the special offers. I am always suspicious of special offers - there is usually a catch. Two women were having a very loud conversation - I mean very loud in that no microphone was required.
The blonde says ''we just got back from London last night - we went over to see Jonathan Ross,'' (I know I had to ask too, but apparently he is a comedian).
The other blonde responds '' oh, fantastic, lovely, the Ash didn't bother you?''
The first blonde, laughing lightly and smiling broadly ''they closed the airports at midnight, just after our flight landed.''
The first blonde, ''we were in the South of France two weeks ago.''
The other blonde, ''so were we, where did ya go?''
The first blonde, ''Cans'' (as in Cannes, (can).
The other blonde, ''we were in Cans too, we were drinking champagne in the Carlton''.
The first blonde, ''well we stayed right beside the Carlton''.
Great squeals of delight.
I continued to try and eke out the best food for my family. I resented the jet setting illiterates at the top of the store announcing their glitzy travels. I resented the Greeks and the big men at the top who have ruined this country and caused me to baulk at my hungry son for eating a red pepper with feta cheese that we should, by the way, all be able to avail of free of charge or at the very least, I might settle for a small white house on a Greek island, beside a blue sea with an abundance of red peppers growing by the doorway.