I had a recently-retired Irish priest move in across the road from me. A couple of weeks ago, a very Irish woman called me across the road to tell me that Father O'Farrell had died of a stroke.
She then invited me in to exchange phone numbers, in case anyone tried to break in. When I realised she was his housekeeper, I just hoped that she wouldn't offer me a cup of tea, because I think I would have laughed for about five minutes solid.
(, Thu 1 May 2008, 22:03, archived)
well, who wouldn't like that show?
I liked the one with the rabbits
(, Thu 1 May 2008, 22:11, archived)
