Ask Audrey: I’m better off without him — he has the IQ of a busload of people from Clonakilty
Sorting Cork people out for ages.
I’m writing this from my hospital bed where I am recovering after a small procedure. I thought this would be my last visit to the hospital. Not because I’m planning to die — no fear of that, plenty years in Christina.
No, it’s because the first thing I heard when I woke up after the operation was, “The smell of cabbage do be giving me a fit of the gawks” from the bed next door.

