Maurice’s Mother here. It looks like I’ll be writing this for the summer; Maurice is out in Lisnapookybawna studying for a course that should have finished in June. He believes tomorrow is a great day, that’s until tomorrow becomes today.
With Maurice locked away, I’m released from my mothering and driving duties, and can do what most women of my vintage seem to do in summer: take day trips here, there and yonder. Lily Mac in the post office, Madge McInerney, Nell Regan and myself have been taking advantage of our age and turning up at the local bus stop for all kinds of tours and outings.