We occasionally stumble over the truth but most of us pick ourselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened.
We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English.
Tell the truth work hard and come to dinner on time.
When I was twelve I went hunting with my father and we shot a bird. He was laying there and something struck me. Why do we call this fun to kill this creature who was as happy as I was when I woke up this morning.
