"What do you think that lady does for a living?" he asks me.
This is Helminthdale, I daren't guess. Least of all in public.
"She drives a thirty-six ton truck," he tells me.
I look at her again. She's a small bird-like creature. I'm astonished that she can climb up into the cabin, let alone drive one.
"She used to come into Spadespit Library at first. That's when her first three were still young enough to come to under-fives'. Let's see... That was Eoin, Calum and... Timothy?""No, Timothy was the fifth one. It was Eoin, Callum and Arthur. Then she had Pat and then Timothy," said Bronwyn."So is that Pat and Timothy with her now?" I asked."No... Pat was a little girl," said Bronwyn."That's Brian and Donal," said Frog."How many are there?" I asked."Is it eight?" asked Bronwyn."No, it's nine. Her sister's looking after the baby."
I'm astonished she can find the time to drive a truck, let alone the energy.