Bob and Ellen came home with me on Easter Sunday.
After dinner, we went with Daddy to Lough Rynn for a stroll. On encountering a couple of fellas out with their fishing rods, I said to Ellen how nice it was to see young lads out fishing on a good day rather than arsing around the town or getting into trouble.
Daddy caught up with the same bunch a couple of seconds later and asked them if they'd caught anything.
- What? came the reply. - I caught your mother.
Ah, the many wonderful levels of Irish society.
Daddy, wearing Bob's coat.
Ellen: You pair are always posing.
Christ, I look cool.