Comments on: Two big size nines

By: flirty

flirty — Wed, 28 Nov 2007 15:07:43 +0000

sorry about the news but do the usual Irish think and say nothing and pretend nothing is wrong.

By: Primal Sneeze

Primal Sneeze — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 20:24:11 +0000

Sam - We had something similar a few years back: The mother of the local publican was poorly and he was at the end of his tether with stress so he broke out and had a few drinks. The next day he was in was in the horrors and couldn't get up to open the bar. When we seen the place closed we assumed the good lady had passed on and word spread quickly. Cards etc. were sent. A fortnight later she came out of hospital, back behind the counter and muggins here had to be awkward - I asked her for my card back. Fucked if I'm paying for one again when you really do die. She gave it to me. Caro - Voda is the answer to many prayers indeed. As Garth Brooks never sang, some of the gods' greatest gifts, are unanswered calls. Medbh - Geeze, yeah, I was lucky. I'm not the quickest thinker normally. FMC - I did absolutely nothing. I had a feeling in my water that Pat'd cop on something was wrong and he did. He called home. We met up at the do and he didn't say anything specific - just thanks for ringing the other day, nodded knowingly and we both left it at that. The rest of the family are none the wiser.

By: fatmammycat

fatmammycat — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 12:36:59 +0000

First, my condolences. Secondly, I want to know what on Earth you did. A flurry of phone calls I suspect. Poor ducks, that's a horrible thing to happen.

By: Medbh

Medbh — Mon, 26 Nov 2007 15:24:37 +0000

Quick thinking, Primal. Phew. My condolences.

By: Caro

Caro — Mon, 26 Nov 2007 08:55:35 +0000

Ouch... I would have done the same thing. Thank the good lord Voda for the invention of mobiles with crappy coverage... Sorry for your loss too.

By: problemchildbride

problemchildbride — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 20:21:24 +0000

Crikey. I'm sorry for your loss. I think you did the right thing though. They'll soon sort it out amongst themselves. The lady across the road from us was very ill for many years. She'd been expected to die for the longest time and one day all the curtains in the house remained drawn all day. In Lewis this usually means death and word spread quickly. The next day in the mail she got to see sympathy cards for her own death. The phone was ringing off the hook with condolences for her husband, who had to explain she wasn't in fact, um, dead, as erm such. Apparently her husband had been sick in bed all that day and hadn't been up to open the curtains. Now everybody waits for the death notice to go up in the town before it costs them the price of a card and a red face.