The Granny

Raising a brood of unruly, high-spirited kids on her own didn't slow her down. Twenty years of eking out a living from her produce stall on Moore Street hasn't turned her into a quitter. Not even a French lover who wants her to become a sexual animal can take the starch out of Agnes Browne. But now, outside the maternity ward of Dublin's Rotunda Hospital, she has just heard the one word that stops her cold: Granny! Who would have believed it? Only yesterday, they were children themselves. Now they're having chisellers of their own, and, for the first time in her life, Agnes Browne is feeling old.