Cushendal 1998
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All we had to understand on John Bull’s other island. Cushendal where we were holidaying; and being English our accents soon gave us away despite the Scotch - Irish descent. That day we’d walked to the pub to meet some friends for a walk; when out came the landlord and his wife – just for a chat, saying how nice it was to have tourists back, and we’d liked that. Then our friends arrived so we stood up, as habit said we should; and so, it appeared that we had ‘only’ been waiting; then before we knew – we were left alone in the historic misunderstanding. © D G Moody 2023
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