I got up at 6.50, had a shower, breakfasted and then got dropped in to work (only voluntary but it gave me a heck of a kick), walked into Town and did a bit of this and that, got the bus home, cut the grass and went out for a few scoops in the Queens with the lads, saw a brilliant match on the screen, came home and went to bed.
And during the day I arranged to go back to Limerick for a couple of days just off the cuff. No messing about. A phone call and a couple of emails and it was sorted.
All very mundane, but this time last year there wasn’t a cat in hell’s chance I could have done much of the above, or if I did have it would have constituted major logistical planning.
Just to round it off I received a letter from East Riding of Yorkshire Primary Care Trust which allows the Prof to weave his magic once again, hopefully as soon as the end of this month.
And that crook and spawn of Haughey, Bertie Ahern was forced out as An Taoiseach.
But on a sour and tragic note, whilst walking through Town I heard a lot of sirens and observed that Ferensway and Brook Street were sealed off at the junction opposite St. Stephens.
The reason was that a 14 year old lad had been caught a glancing blow by a bus, his rucksack got tangled in the wing mirror and he was killed.
Just dreadful. One split second incident and a life is snuffed out, and countless others ruined or scarred.
The Simon Murden inquest rightly cleared the Police of any wrongdoing when they had to make the brutal, but necessary decision to shoot dead the guy, who was in the middle of a drug addled rampage, drove the wrong way down the A63, deliberately smashing into oncoming vehicles, and then attempted to hold people up at knife point.
Baton rounds were discharged to no avail, and then shots were fired.