In 1979 Bridget Doyle has one goal left in life: for her family to produce the very first Irish
pope. Fired up by John Paul II's appearance in Phoenix Park she sprinkles Papal-blessed holy
water on the marital bed of her son and daughter-in-law and leaves them to get on with things.
But nine months later her daughter-in-law dies in childbirth and Granny Doyle is left bringing
up four grandchildren: five-year-old Peg and baby triplets Damien Rosie and John Paul. Thirty
years later it seems unlikely any of Granny Doyle's grandchildren are going to fulfil her
hopes. Damien is trying to work up the courage to tell her that he's gay. Rosie is a dreamy
blue-haired rebel who wants to save the planet and has little time for popes. And irrepressible
John Paul is a chancer and a charmer and the undisputed apple of his Granny's eye - but he's
not exactly what you'd call Pontiff material. None of the triplets have much contact with their
big sister Peg who lives over 3 000 miles away in New York City and has been a forbidden
topic of conversation ever since she ran away from home as a teenager. But that's about to
change
