I had a very pretty young Cork lass in the cab last night going home from her Debs, she tells me her address and then adds; "I hate going home, I don't know anymore what is going to be waiting there !".
I inquire as to her predicament and she tells me; "A settled traveler family got a social house next door to us, they walk in to our house if the door is unlocked, they throw their rubbish in to our garden, they knock on our door at all hours looking fer Milk or Ketchup or Nappies or whatever, they have no respect for anyone else."
A beautiful young lass on her way home from her Debs should not be in any way afraid of going home and I try to console her, she tells me; "It's allright, we are moving but the only place my parents could afford was in a village 30km outside of Cork, I'm starting college in Cork and I don't drive and as a young girl I really don't want to live in Killeagh, but at least we will be away from our new neighbours".
She added; "I don't understand how they have 4 kids and 2 almost new cars while neither of them work, but the fella does be out and about all night long so maybe he works somewhere by night."
I did my best to explain it to her telling her exactly where Mr traveler 'Worked' by night and added that they were doing the right thing by leaving.