Letsgoloolala with Lily Anne
Commotion on the street
Later that evening Sun 15th I received a text from my wise friend, Burga. She knew instinctively that I was in my own ‘little bubble’. Her text informed me that the governments of Spain and Ireland had arranged a deadline for those wishing to return to the Emerald Isle. My bubble burst. Fortunately Béa was still awake and sitting up in bed. After I consulted with the Irish Embassy I changed my ticket date from 30th June to 18th March.
The following day I packed my case as Béa went to work. It felt strange but not as strange as knowing that I could not go outside unless I was buying food.
That evening I was busy arranging a train ticket to Toulouse when I heard tumultuous noises from the street. This was confusing as already I knew the area as a quiet residential location. I also heard something that sounded like fireworks. I came down to see what Béa had thought of the commotion only to learn that she had been watching a film and had heard nothing. Given that she was downstairs and closer physically to the drama it was almost incredible that she had heard nothing. We both went upstairs and looked down from the balcony to see a black car positioned diagonally across the road while her own car was within a half inch of the black car. There were no less than six local police at the spot. So much for believing I heard only one man shouting; the neighbour who could see from her upstairs window reported that she had seen six young men get out of the car and run down the street. Béa promptly phoned Leo, his reaction – thank God it wasn’t my car (or words to that effect.)