The fact that Iâve called my coronavirus confinement journal my Alcatraz Diary makes it easy for me to confess Iâll do time if if donât get to spend Christmas with my princesses.
Solitary confinement would be a walk in the park for this battle-hardened mammy and, indeed, first-time granny waiting here in anticipation in my baubled and tinselled grotto in the snowcapped suburbs of Westport.
You see, the eldest princess, Aisling, has a mini-madam called Ada. Even though she is only 14 months old and dribbles for Ireland, she rules the roost from her high chair in a village in west Cork.