I am reading “The Pope’s children” about how Ireland has changed in the last 10 years. The author classifies people in groups. I asked my loving husband “are we Kells angels?” “No” he said, he’s read it all the way to the end, “we’re Hicos.”
“Sorry?”
“Hibernian cosmopolitans: we’ve lived abroad for a bit and we have seen what works elsewhere”.
“Yes, I was just thinking that when I was watching the Princess’s show at the end of her course – child care is so well managed here. I just wish she hadn’t flapped her arms, jumped and stuck out her tongue while the other four year old children stood in line singing to variations on ‘Water Music’ (I love the middle classes). I suppose I wasn’t as embarrassed as the father who’s son spent the performance with his hand down the front of his trousers clutching his penis”.
“Anyway, we’re always going on about it and annoying everyone”.
“Ah yes”
“And we’re vaguely worried about the direction the country is going”.
“Yes!”
“And we would pay more taxes for better healthcare.”
“Yes!!”
We’re off to Ireland for a fortnight’s holiday tomorrow. Let’s hope we don’t manage to irritate too large a proportion of our long suffering friends and families.
