A few years ago while living in Cork I was feeling a bit sorry for myself…(yes, I know, for a change, haw haw..) – lack of money, lack of love life, the usual, and sitting on the bus on the way in to work on a Sunday afternoon. I looked out and saw two winos sitting on a park bench holding hands. This only served to make me feel worse about my situation. So I texted my dear old Mom and said:
‘It’s a sad day when I look out a bus window and see that winos have a better love life than me.’
My Mom’s reply:
‘Stop looking out bus windows then.’
She’s a bit of a legend.