I met an old friend at a ceilidh – and romance followed. But I was a Catholic priest: pursuing our relationship would mean turning away from my vocation
Arriving at the fundraiser late, I ordered a pint and then manoeuvred myself through the sea of ceilidh dancers that separated me from familiar faces. I was spat out the other side of a do-si-do without so much as spilling a drop when I literally bumped into her.
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