Appetite For Distraction
It’s a funny thing, on our lovely road, to be behind twitching curtains, wondering whether to phone the gardaí, but I’m luckier than the kids in the street
You know the way they say women turn into their mothers? Well, I’ve skipped that step and turned into my granny. You see, Granny lived her later life in what we fondly called “the valley of the peeping curtains”. Not a thing happened in that little cul-de-sac without the lace – and the curtains were always lace, for maximum peeping – twitching as each neighbour did a survey of who was parking where ...
