The car is packed and I am ready to go… The busy week in Dublin has come to an end. Yesterday I rested in preperation for my journey. With the fine weather I had all the windows open.

At one point I heard children’s voices outside as they played in the street. Most of what they said was not close enough for me to understand. Things went quiet for a few minutes and then I heard a voice say quite clearly: ”I’m not a gurl, I don’t know these tings!”

I wonder what he didn’t know? Any ideas?