'How is your beautiful mother? I haven't spoken to her in ages.' Asked my cousin.
'Glorious, as usual.'
'She still teaching driving for the blind?'
'And shouting for the deaf?' Asks my cousin's husband.
Confused? This conversation should make a little more sense when you understand that that my mother volunteers at riding for the disabled.
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Eh, did half my comment just go through there?
Anyway, was going to say that "riding for the disabled" would mean something very different in Ireland.
This is only comment that has come through, Holemaster.
Should I dare asking what it might mean in Ireland? Or don't I want to know?
Well erm, shall I say riding is, you know...
Right you are. 'Nuff said.
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