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They weren't serious?
Sure, we've talked about this nanny.
Aye!
I told all of you that I'm grand.
Can I not speak for my own bloody self any more, Daniel?
Cathal.
Flip me.
Daniel.
Ciaran.
Aye!
Sure, that's what I said the first time.
Always nice to see you nanny.
Think that's about everything.
That wee room's even smaller than I remember.
I just had to move some of those big coats out.
Just you move them back again!
Jesus, Nanny.
Sure there's hardly enough room as it is.
You see?
You see what's happening?
You're only in the door and you're
already pushing me out.
No one's pushing you out.
We'll, see.
How long's that been like this?
Don't you touch it!
I've only just got it going again.
How you keeping anyway?
Still not married then?
I'll throw a pot of tea on, sure.
Flip me.
This is all out of date.
Nanny?
Not now, I'll miss my program.
All of this is stinking.
I'll have my tea black.
Not the end of the world.
When was the last time you did a shop?
Maureen Magee, down the road,
usually takes me when she's heading into town.
Well, when was that?
Well what day is today?
Thursday.
Three weeks ago.
That long?
And you couldn't have phoned her or something?
She'd love that.
Me chasing after her and her away off
telling everyone what's in my trolley.
She's dynamite.
Right.
You make a list, I'll go to the shop.
I'm binning all of this.
Maureen Magee (cough, cough)
Is unable to take your call.
Hello, Maureen?
It's Imelda here.
To rerecord your message.
Key hash at anytime.
Hate these answer machine things.
Eh, look, I just called to let you know
that I got my own shopping this week.
Just in case you were up for calling over.
Okay then, bye-bye.
Who the hell is that?
Not pushing me out, he says?
Some post for you, Nanny.
Throw it there in the corner with all the rest.
Is all of that unopened?
I can't keep up with it all.
It's like bloody fan mail.
I got a notification when I was out.
Did anything come for me?
Oh, aye.
Someone left something there at the door for you.
It's on the table.
What the flip?
Did you see my tablet?
Hmm, tablet.
What would I want with yours?
Haven't I enough of my own?
No, it's a wee black screen.
I swear I'd left it here this morning?
Oh, the wee chopping board?
With the wee apple on it?
You didn't?
What?
Gorgeous!
Come.
Sorry.
Do you have a minute?
There's something I wanna show you downstairs
in the living room.
Eh, I do, yeah.
Eh, just wait a wee second.
Who is that in the photos with you?
Old friends.
Lost touch.
Come on, you wanna show me something?
All right, down here.
Around the corner.
You're giving me heartburn now.
Just a little further.
All right.
There.
What am I looking at?
You don't see it?
You straightened the pictures?
No.
You tidied up that big stack of post?
Yeah, but that's not it.
Oh, Christ.
You broke the Child of Prague, you gobshite.
Sure, that's always been broken!
There!
What's that, now?
Wi-Fee?
It's the internet.
God! You brought the bloody cancer box in here.
Sure, I'm working from home, Nanny?
I can't do without the thing.
You're gonna kill me. You're gonna bloody kill me.
What, look, relax.
It doesn't do that to people.
Viruses!
I haven't even got the bloody flu jab yet.
Jesus, get me outta here!
Good morning, Imelda.
The time is 0530.
There's someone in the house!
Nanny, it's just a smart speaker!
For flip sake, what's going on here?
For the love of God.
Get a move on, would you?
Looks like it's gonna rain any minute.
It's not. I checked.
Bloody weatherman too are you now?
Okay.
That's the internet there in the middle, alright?
It's nowhere near you!
I'm keeping an eye on it.
It's not gonna hurt you.
I'm just gonna show you what it can do.
Ask me something.
Like what?
Anything.
Ask me something and I'll give you the right answer.
You'll see.
Alright.
Why did you come here?
Och, no, I mean something I can look up here.
You said anything?
I was living with someone.
A girl, and I didn't work out.
And well, I can't afford to
live with my own right now, so.
So you don't all think I'm going mad?
No, Nanny.
I don't think you're going mad.
You're probably the only person who bleeding hasn't.
Why didn't you just tell me?
Well, like - living with
someone before you're married
is not really something you wanna
broadcast to your Nanny.
Christ, Ciaran, I'm old but I'm not celibate.
I've had plenty of rolls in the hay.
Great. Thanks for that.
Can we get back to this?
Anything at all?
Anything. Just make it something
I don't know the answer to.
How do you boil an egg?
Who the hell doesn't have an email address?
Got them.
I think I found that song you mentioned, actually.
I can't remember the bloody name of it.
It's that long ago now.
Don't worry, you knew enough of the words, so.
Oh, I can't hear anything.
I'm gonna play it now.
Love of my heart.
How I long for thee
My heart holds all
the memories of you and me
Love of my heart.
Is your heart free?
Love of my heart.
How I long for thee.
That's it, that's it!
Ooooh!
Dear Ann Mackin,
my name is Ciaran McCarthy.
I'm the grandson of.
Imelda McCarthy from Kilcoon.
I've recently been living with my Nanny,
and I've noticed her looking through a.
particular photo album.
with great fondness.
There's a lovely photo of the two of you.
in Holy Cross Primary School in 1964,
and I can tell that you.
were once close friends.
That's right.
Could you just send everything on by B-mail, please?
E-mail.
I did a little research.
online and found this address.
I thought I would help both of you.
to get back in touch.
You sure you're feeling alright?
Feeling 30 years younger.
I know she'd be so happy to
hear about her friend's time.
in America after all these years.
That'll do.
She's been a great friend to me recently.
Oh, I meant to say.
You're out of that, hair removal cream.
Hope to hear from you soon.
Ciaran.
Ciaran!
Where is it?!
I let you into my home.
I was gonna put it straight back.
I trusted you, Ciaran.
More fool me.
Lovely service for Maureen.
Shame no one found her sooner, really.
Hope the rain doesn't come in.
It won't.
I've checked.
There was one more birthday present.
Sorry it's a bit late.
There's a lot to be said for the old
fashioned methods too.
I suppose.
What?
My grandson.
Ohh.
Speak soon...