Me pal Rita called round for a cuppa this morning. She always has the gossip
- Howya Bernie
- Howya Rita, any news?
- Did you hear Vera Moran’s young one is pregnant?
- Louise? Again? Jaysis she only had twins last year
- No, the younger one, Laura
- Ah stop, you’re messin’
- I’m not
- But she’s only a child herself Rita
- She’s nearly fifteen
- Oh my God, Vera was only telling me about her studying for her exams in June
- Well looks like it’s not only her books she was studying Bern
- Remember when we were her age? We were still in knee socks
- … and playing with dolls
- Ah I wouldn’t go that far, sure I met my Mick when I was only fifteen
- You were an early starter Rita
- Are you saying I was easy Bernie Rose Violet?
- I never said that, will ye feck off being so bleedin’ sensitive
- Well feck off insinuating then
- So how far gone is she? Vera’s young one I mean
- Seven months
- Mother of Divine, how did she hide it for so long? When did Vera find out?
- She hadn’t a clue. She only found out last weekend when she walked into her bedroom and the young one was examining her bump in the mirror
- Sweet Jaysis, she must have nearly died
- Ye, she pulled her top down real quick when her ma walked in
- I mean Vera must have nearly died
- Ah yeah, can you imagine the shock of it
- Her baby having a baby…jaysis I’d die, she’s younger than my Whitney
- And a quiet young one too, not wild like some of them
- I know, a lovely kid she is, and Vera was always strict with her
- Well, she kept her on a tight leash after Louise got pregnant
- Not tight enough obviously Rita
- Or too tight even. Sure the poor young one couldn’t go as far as the corner shop without Vera ringing her
- I don’t know how she got pregnant
- Will I draw you a diagram?
- Ha, feck off. You know what I mean Bernie. I wonder how she got away from Vera for long enough
- That’s true Rita, so who’s the father, do you know?
- She won’t say. Brian is going mental. He said he’s going to chop the mickey off whoever it is
- Jaysis, no wonder she wont tell.
- I know, that Brian fella has an awful temper on him
- Well, all I can say is … God help the poor young fella whoever he is
- Rumour has it that it’s Charlie O’Malley’s young fella
- Are ye serious? That little fart in the can
- Charlie was always a little scut, his son is the same, always in trouble.
- How in the name of God did a lovely young one like Laura get mixed up with him?
- Well Charlie and Brian are mates since way back. The kids must have met at some family thing
- I can’t see them being mates after this
- Brian is a bit of a mad scone, he’ll do time for this Bernie, you mark my words
- He is a law unto himself, Lord only knows what he’ll do
- He’ll bate lumps ou’ve the pair of them
- Poor Vera, she’s an awful lot to put up with
- She’s heartbroken God love her
- Sure isn’t it happening to young ones everyday Rita
- It is Bernie. Babbies having babbies
- I know, and in this day and age, there’s no need for it
- Have they never heard of contraception?
- Have they never heard of keeping their knickers on Rita?
Kids! You’re never done worrying about them are you?
True, you don’t! They seem so much more ‘advanced’ than we were as kids!
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This was both funny and sad. My Spawn will never experience anything like this, cos I’ll be keeping him locked in the cellar until he’s 45.
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No, you never are done worrying about them. My youngest is 17, my eldest almost 24, and of course i worry about all of them.
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