Ask Audrey looks ahead to 2018

Our frighteningly frank agony aunt looks ahead to 2018, from cranes over Cork to Brexit and Pairc Uí Chaoimh

There’s another disappointing year gone now. I thought I’d be living in a seven-figure house by now, given that My Conor is from one of the top five families in Cork. (By both wealth, and photos in the Examiner at charity gigs for Deserving Norries.)

Unfortunately, My Conor got his business genes from his Uncle Terry, who actually opened a wine bar in Knocknaheeny. (Imagine.) As a result, I’m stuck in Ballinlough. (And to think I could have ended up with My Conor’s millionaire brother, Ken. It’s amazing how a game of Spin-the-Bottle in Schull in 1991 can determine the rest of your life.)