Later that day, I scabbed a lift of a friend to go to a Home Education meeting at a secret location in the Midlands. We're getting a little twitchy-and-paranoid because of the Tullow case and the news that another Home Ed family is having its day in court in early October. If you're a citizen of a small town in central Ireland and noticed a dozen people arriving in separate cars sporting impenetrable sun-glasses and looking hunted and shifty as they entered a hotel on Saturday afternoon, you may have seen me. I was the one with the orange tam-wig, multi-colored hoop-pants and enormous shoes with pom-poms. Over the day I heard a couple of interesting stories.
A cousin of a friend of a neighbour of the chap who fixes my friend's car was fined €1,000 for a serious traffic offense. He could not or would not pay the fine, so he was incarcerated in lieu. Accordingly a couple of Gardai picked him up at his home in Wexford and delivered him to Mountjoy 120 km away in Dublin. On the way, they all had an expenses paid lunch courtesy of the state. When he arrived in Mountjoy, there were no cells available, and it was easier and cheaper not to admit him so he was processed through a revolving door and sent home again. The Gardai had time to do some shopping before they drove the perp home. So it's not necessarily because she was a mother that our Monica was given the same treatment last week.