My old man had been caught rigging a General Election. My old dear was about to become a seventy-year-old mother of six and Honor was walking around in a yellow rain mac, telling everyone that the end of the world was coming. It was enough to drive a man to the brink.
The only simple thing in my life was my new job as the Head Coach of Presentation College Bray – which is saying something given that I had to try to turn a collection of jokers, chokers and forty-a-day smokers into a team capable of winning the school’s first Leinster Schools Senior Cup in nearly ninety years.
And while Father Fehily would have been spinning in his grave, I soon found myself falling in love – with the town I loathed so well.