Michael Harding: A woman with the cure said oatmeal could fix my heart
‘You look very poorly, sir,’ she told me. ‘You look as sick as a small hospital’
‘But where did the oats go?’ Michael Harding wondered. She wouldn’t tell him. Photograph: iStock
I’m too old to drive all the way to Dublin any more, with a delicate heart, so I stopped at Maynooth last week and got the train.
There were two women sitting in front of me discussing dogs. It started with fingernails.