Sick of their moaning
Sir -- I am totally cheesed off with Gay Byrne, Twink, etc, moaning at what they consider tough times. And also politicians trying to justify their huge salaries. In the Eighties my husband became ill and could not work so we struggled along on his disability allowance -- which was, as it is today, a pittance. We had four children, and I had a severe disability.
He died while the children were still in school and I prayed for the strength to carry on. I had a vision of a better life for our children and I tried desperately to put the grief behind me, which wasn't easy. I always bought Irish produce when possible; nowadays it would be called "doing my patriotic duty". I underwent major surgery, but I won't bore you with details.
Then, still struggling on a widow's pension, I underwent more major surgery. To my dismay I was later advised to forget about walking and was given a wheelchair -- much faster than walking, in my case anyway! I cursed my luck and continued on my rocky, rocky road. Eventually, through the tears and fears, the children grew up, they graduated from college, secured good jobs and bought modest homes.