This woman's life: When a pizza is harder to find than a rare Pokemon
So, we are on the prom in Salthill. The three grandchildren and myself. The nine-month-old twins are in the double buggy babbling and spitting. They are called after two Irish saints, Axel and Cooper. Their cousin, my other grandson, Oisin, is seven and like most seven-year-olds he likes to ask a lot of questions.
"Why do people kick the wall, Mamo?"
"It's an ancient thing, something to do with warts, I think. Don't ever let me catch you kicking the wall."