Ask Audrey: Can there be a set time for Norries to walk on the marina, like?
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- Hello old stock. I presume it’s a war-zone above in Cork, with all the people who didn’t have the wherewithal to abandon ship and decamp to their enormous holiday homes in Glandore for the next six weeks.
It was like Casablanca on the Blackrock Road on Wednesday, the Nazis approaching the edge of Paris, all of us piling into our limited-edition Range Rovers to escape before the 5k restrictions came in an we ended up trapped in the city with all the Norries. (I’m not comparing the Nazis to the Northsiders. That wouldn’t be fair. To the Nazis. Says you.)
The only problem is we’re down here now and there just aren’t enough servants to go around. Bunty Harrington’s gaff ended up getting flooded because his old doll couldn’t figure out how to work the washing machine. Do you know is there anywhere we could hire some help?
