Despite my general lack of Irish heritage, there has been some mild celebrating in the Gruntner household.
We had Rubens for lunch,
lime squares (with orange whipped cream (I’ll take credit for that idea)) for dessert,
and later in the evening, I graced everyone with an Oscar Wilde reading.
Rudely, my parents turned up the volume on the latest March Madness game whilst I orated.
I can’t understand why.