I was uncontrollably propelled forward, colliding with the buggy and sustained an abrasion to my ankle.
My whole life seems to be falling apart.
My father was recently convicted for paedophile activities.
My mother has just been arrested on a charge of prostitution.
My only daughter is ‘on the game’ and my youngest son is a supporter of Newry City F.C.
Will his team ever win a game?
I have read your pages with sheer delight. You seem to be a very knowledgeable woman and now I need your kindly advice.
I am a long suffering mate; although my partner of eight years continues to show me undying love, she feeds and waters me regularly, she tells me when I have been good .. well ..ll ..ll ……ahhhh!!
My grand-daughter’s usual childminder will be unavailable for two weeks from Monday next (winter Caribbean holiday, apparently, with her fancy-man – or whatever name they put nowadays to these reprobates!) and I have been designated to ferry young Penelope to and from school.
But I also look down and see men in their saloon cars picking their noses when they think no one is watching: I see litter being freely dispensed through the open windows of these little cars. I see bad driving. And I see jealousy towards those of us fortunate enough to drive these modern vehicles.
I say ‘we’ for I’m certain you too are a ‘People Carrier’ woman!
I’m a blunt man and I’ll come straight to the point! You, it’s said, have a finger in every pie and you know how to grease the wheels of government! Can you put some suitable award in my direction? I mean, surely I deserve to be decorated for my community and charitable efforts?
My doctor gave me a sealed letter to present to my hospital consultant. Curious both about his reading of my ailment and of his opinion of me, I opened it, read it and resealed it in a new envelope on which I typed the consultant’s name (this originally was hand-written).