Granny Lost The Plot

This morning I was sitting in a charming little coffee shop across from Stephen’s Green, thoroughly enjoying the cappuccino and croissants and feeling full of the joys of spring.

I felt twenty years younger with my new found freedom. An ad on the pack page of the paper caught my eye -

Grandad
Woodbine Cottage
Ballyderry
Takes no responsibility for any debts incurred by his ex-wife Granny, of Docklands, The Quays, Dublin
Signed
Grandad

I was gobsmacked. I had to grab my inhaler from my green eco-bag and take big breasts breaths. That man still has the ability to get to me and bring me down even from a distance of fifty miles.

“Feck that for a lark!” I said to myself. No time to brood.

I have to rush down to Arnotts to get my damask curtains.