Herself said to me the other day, “I am so glad that you sent me to my school, I would have hated to have gone to an English language school”. I think that the effect of 10 years of education through the medium of Irish has finally had its effect.
I can only hope that her brothers eventually feel the same but thus far they remain resolutely unconvinced. Alas.
Me: Do you ever read my blog?
Her: Yeah. I’m never more than about 3 weeks behind.
Me: I suppose you know what’s in it – you live it.
Her: Yes, but that’s very different from reading it.
My aunt was telling me that, many years ago, my Granny got a new fur coat with which she was very pleased and she brought it home. Instead of hanging it up in the wardrobe she put it on a hook under a high shelf the better to admire it.
No sooner had she paused in her admiration than a stray bird flew in through the window and perched on the high shelf above her fancy new coat. It was the work of a moment for the cat, also in the room, to climb up the fur coat and secure the bird. I understand that the coat was never the same after. I suppose the bird wasn’t either.