Aug 19 2016
‘Where’s me coat…’
I remember in Dublin years back that this was a regular sort of thing to happen. One of the sisters went to a dance with her boyfriend and her new coat disappeared from the cloakroom, even though she had a ticket for it. She bought it in Colette Modes with a loan she took out from the Jewman. Another time the brother’s shoes went missing from Tara Street baths, the Ma’ had bought them for him in the Ivy market and even had them Heeled in the Shoemenders…