Father and Father Away
A year ago today I wrote this about Fathers’ Day.
Such is the annual nature of holidays that not much is different a year on.
And that’s why I didn’t phone my father in Ireland today, though I think my parents may even be away for the weekend. I recall talk of Sligo. And only weeks after some days in West Cork. That’s not a bad life.
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Eolaí gan Fhéile:
Close. It’s Donegal they’re in, I’m told.