I have now reached the age where I can look upon a drunken teenager slumped on a bench in Patrick St at 11pm, shake my head at the situation and almost tut- the plight of the youth today.
That is what happened last night as we left on public house and walked to the next. The little teeny boppers had received their leaving cert results and they were of course anxious to celebrate. The only thing is, it made me feel old. I think I might give my mother a social call, telephonically. After my cup of tea and I've done a line... of knitting.
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