The Story Of Anne Doyle’s House
Sometimes providence moves to bring us things in ways we could never have dreamed

Sometimes providence moves to bring us things in ways we could never have dreamed
Today I have a little story to share. A story that to me is remarkable, and one that I won’t forget as long as I live.
10 years ago I lived with Joanne in Blanchardstown, west Dublin. It was a rough kinda shop and we had a desire to find a better place to live.
We had these t…
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