Even after a few hours here, I could feel the contrast with the way we lived at home.

She knew what four hours of sleep felt like, but still didn't appreciate his tone.

Perhaps a half hour later she felt ready to move.

"An hour from now he won't be feeling a thing."

Ten hours of work, and it felt like only a moment.

The minutes became hours, and the hours felt like days.

But an hour and a half later, I was feeling good enough to believe anything.

A few hours on the street and you're already feeling frustrated?

An hour and a half later, I felt tired enough to sleep.

Just an hour outside Dublin but feels like a world away!