How sad, being married to a smelly ignoramus
You say you know everything about us and it's not pretty.
Nobody knows everything ... are you some kind of winged creature, hovering like an albatross with splayed wings looking down from your high position -- obsessed with our little island -- longing to be part of it?
It must have been awful for you visiting Dublin last month and staying for a full week surrounded by all those accents. I think I saw you there with your fingers in your ears huddled by the Daniel O'Connell monument, with all that white stuff in his hair (dung -- you call it).
Thank God your husband has a musical ear -- he can rely on his own talents and ignore your moaning. Why would he use his accent when you despise it so much? After 32 years, silence can be golden.
Merci beaucoup.
M Pollard,
Dublin 6W
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Heartfelt commiserations to the French woman married to the Irishman with a musical ear -- how very awful to have been trapped in a loveless union with a vile-sounding, ignorant, dung-smelling, beer-swilling, craicless Paddy for 32 years. Aithníonn ciaróg ciaróg eile.
Catherine Bockett,
Enfield, Co Meath
