Secret Diary of an Irish Teacher: lauding the work of women

“I'm not letting that get anywhere near my nan,” blurts an emotional Dave. We’re discussing coronavirus in class.

As it happens, I hear about Dave’s nan quite often. “She always wants me to dance with her when she’d had a drop of brandy,” he confesses. He visits her for a cup of tea a few times a week; she looked after him as a baby and he’d walk to and from her house from primary school.