The most Irish story ever

Spent a year in Ireland for work 9 years ago now, some of the lads I went over to train quite rightly said Father Ted is closer to a documentary than a comedy. Loved the place, still go back (well pre covid) to watch a match with the Cork supporters club once or twice a season.

Would've stayed if it didn't cost 600 euro a month to live in someone's converted garage.
 
A story that had slipped my mind and isn't really an Irish story, but rather a story that happened in Ireland.....

Had a day off a few years ago and was sat in the front room. Theres a widowed elderly lady over the road who gets next to no visitors aside from family that live either side. I noticed a Transit with an English reg pull up outside hers one day and wondered if she was being hassled by someone offering to do jobs she didn't need doing, if you get me. I waited for the van to leave and went to ask her if she was OK, only to find that they were neighbours who come over every so often to work on an unfinished house at the end of the lane. The van actually came back at this point and the fella got out and said hello, and turned out not only to be from Manchester but also the same area as me. The chances of two people from our area being on this remote lane must have been microscopic.
 
Love stories like this. I’d like to think the Royal Mail would try their best as well, seen other stories that warm the heart - makes me proud we have a great postal systems with actual human beings.

Yes there have been lots, this was delivered by Royal Mail though. Title is slightly misleading as it was in Northern Ireland.
 
A story that had slipped my mind and isn't really an Irish story, but rather a story that happened in Ireland.....

Had a day off a few years ago and was sat in the front room. Theres a widowed elderly lady over the road who gets next to no visitors aside from family that live either side. I noticed a Transit with an English reg pull up outside hers one day and wondered if she was being hassled by someone offering to do jobs she didn't need doing, if you get me. I waited for the van to leave and went to ask her if she was OK, only to find that they were neighbours who come over every so often to work on an unfinished house at the end of the lane. The van actually came back at this point and the fella got out and said hello, and turned out not only to be from Manchester but also the same area as me. The chances of two people from our area being on this remote lane must have been microscopic.
It’s like no longer being the only gay in the village.
 

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