The news that cheating is going on in the world of competitive Irish dancing on puts the very good name of Irish dance in the headlines for all the wrong reasons.
Submitting.
I know. Christmas planning. I barely see him these days what with covid even though we’re in a household social bubble, and he’s a captive audience.
“What would you like for Christmas?” I say.
“Money please, so I can pay for rehearsal space.”
Oh, OK.
“Yes! Well your surprise is that book about capitalism that you wanted. Oh.”
“Thank you. Anyway, I didn’t understand why we were being allowed,” he says. “Contact for five days then a possible lockdown. Suppose the idea was people have Covid fatigue and to give us a boost.”
“Have you got Covid fatigue?” I say.