He won’t wear nappies either, even though he can’t move quickly enough when the urge comes to empty his bladder. Being a child with a wild imagination, I assumed he was discussing some matter of national or even international importance. “Daddy, do you remember that time you brought us all to Oliver J Flanagan’s house when we still lived in Tullamore?”“Of course, I do, Áine. “No, Daddy, this is not the sort of party for your sense of humour.”“If you don’t introduce me, Áine, I’ll do it myself.” He was speaking in his snarly voice. Daddy called them “tight gobsh***s with no sense of humour” on our way home after he failed to sell any of the copies he brought everywhere in the boot of his car.

Source: The Irish Times July 16, 2019 04:52 UTC