"Thinking back to my childhood, I wonder how I survived.
course was an unhappy childhood, otherwise there would be no taste. But the miserable Irish childhood is any worse than an unhappy childhood, and miserable Irish Catholic childhood and is even worse.
People who brags or complains about the hardships endured in the early years of life if it is everywhere, but nothing compares to the Irish version: the poverty, the alcoholic father chatty and good for nothing, the pious mother and derelict moaning by the fire, the priests bloated, arrogant masters, the English and the terrible things that have made us for eight hundred long years ...
And then, all that damp. "
Hello Frankie!
but most of all ... THANK YOU!
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