The Stairlift Ascends

Aunt: *calling loudly from sitting room* Helen, can you help me? Me: *drops everything, rushes to front room, expecting her to have fallen* Aunt: The cat's on my lap, could you pour me a small Jameson? Cocooning with my ninety-year-old Aunt is not the life I'd imagined when I came back to live in Dublin after 30 years of being a high-flying media executive in London. From the Groucho Club to our N...