My first placement visit in the Republic of Ireland was in Kilkenny so I took the opportunity to call in on the G family in Thomastown. There I found BG mid-morning sitting in bed in a pink nylon nightie reading a trashy novel while JG was out at work. FG was also in the house, but he had no idea who I was. He simply winked at me as I passed him on the staircase.
I was running late for my appointment so BG suggested that she give me a lift to the station. She dressed, then led me to the family vehicle. This was not a car, but a mechanised open crate on wheels that could carry six family members (and a flock of sheep, if required). It was incredibly difficult to manoeuvre, especially when we took it underground to the fake tunnels.
When I reached the venue for my appointment I was rather late and completely unprepared for the meeting.
Dreamaticus 