I, on the other hand, could have stood on my head and done a jig to try and impress, but even if I could I’d never be seen to be talented like Matthew was. Emily often joked she was the invisible middle child, while at least I got some attention being the youngest, but Matthew was always the one to watch – the one who was destined to be different – and everyone came to adore him for it.

Now, to see him put down his tools as such, to have abandoned his university degree in architecture (which was a back-up plan he never thought he’d need anyhow), and to be working in the village corner shop back at home as he battled with the demons in his head was a bitter pill to swallow.

I follow the stone walls into Loughisland, a drive I could do with my eyes closed, and my heart swells when I see the familiar faces making their way up and down the little street where I will always call home.

It’s a quiet-looking place to the naked eye, but behind the scenes it’s a bustling little village, where the tiny primary school is the heart of the community and where everyone lives and breathes for football matches on a Sunday after Mass. I loved growing up here – a world away from Dublin and the city life that caught my stride since I left here almost ten years ago.

I park the car on the side of the street and walk towards Sullivan’s corner shop, which even in December has a huge ice cream cone outside advertising its famous 99s that everyone who passes through will stop for. The shop is attached to a pub of the same name where you’ll also find the local undertaker, should you ever need to plan a funeral when you’re doing your grocery shopping. Well, you never know, do you?

Across the street is the chapel with its adjoining cemetery, and I notice some very entrepreneurial thinker has opened a new florist’s alongside, meaning that every event or occasion, be it a christening, a wedding or a funeral, is well catered for. A tall, somewhat overpowering evergreen tree is decorated with bulbs of green, red and blue and a string of clear lights hang to tell us that it’s the season to be jolly.