Little Old Lady of Bray

So here’s the script from today’s encounter with a local lady of Bray, County Dublin. I don’t think you’ll have a hard time distinguishing my lines for hers so I won’t include that.

“Pardon me, (I try to say pardon rather than excuse because in my head it sounds more Irish) Can you tell me where the Dart station is?”
“Right ‘round the corner up there to the left. They really should put up maps or signs or some such thing around here to help people out.”
“Thank you very much.”
“Yes, it’s just on the other side of this football pitch where people keep dropping their litter. Shameful really and they brought some foreign men in with masks to clean up all the graffiti from ‘round the pitch as well. But as soon as it is cleaned up some other young man sprays his name ‘Doug’ or some squiggly sign (I cannot tell a lie I imagined the artist formerly known as Prince here vandalizing her beloved pitch). They use expensive paints too, silver and such.”
“Yeah, that is a shame. Well, thanks again.”
“And you know it’s the same ones that are coming ‘round and stealing chairs and tools from your storage shed. I tell you, they’ve become very greedy. It’s a very greedy country now. And I went to the police station to tell them they were breaking in and pinching my things and the police just are sitting in their station watching the telly and tell me to get an alarm.”
“Ah”
“And you know they built a new station for the police cost a million or some such. And you’re better off walking because if you get a car and that they fancy they’ll pinch that from you too. The next world will be better than this one. I expect it will be rather more peaceful than my native land. Right then, have a lovely day.”
“Okay, you too.”
Here is Mark’s terribly surreptitious photo of me and my new-found friend.



Mark was highly disappointed that I didn't encourage her to say "they're after me lucky charms."