“A parrot and a baby and toys and people who do nothing”. This is the government’s final, toxic report on what actually happens in ACT and the Minister needs no further incentive to close down this asylum. Setanta, Emer, Muiris and Aoife face ‘Siberia’. Or worse still, in Ciaran’s case, a translating job in Brussels. But Setanta isn’t going without a fight. It’s time to whip ACT and its’ employees into shape and as much as the staff hate regime change, which includes turning up to work on time, taking only an hour for lunch and not bringing newborn babies to the office, a glimmer of hope appears in the darkness.
On an impromptu visit to the ACT offices, the Minister finds an efficient semi-state agency. Nothing of the sort that watch-dog Caoimhe had reported witnessing. And with the finish line in sight, it appears that Setanta might have just scraped it. They say you should never work with children or animals. Unless it’s a parrot, of course, that can recite Irish language classic, Cré na Cille.
