Luck of the Irish

People ask where story ideas come from, then tell you something like  - we were in Ireland and Father decided we should go to Sunday service. We shuffled into a pew, James first, then me, then Mother and Father. James was talking and not paying attention and when he sat down there was a crumpy noise. When he felt under him he pulled out a flattened bowler hat. There was a grunt from behind and we all looked round to see a BIG Irishman glaring at James. James slipped out when the prayers started and everyone had their eyes closed. It could be either Oakhaven and Mrs Boniface with someone, or Broon in Cairndhu!

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