With my mother unwell, I have been up and down to Cork a fair bit on the train. It’s not a bad service but I am quite tired of it. I particularly disliked the weekend where I got back to Dublin on Sunday night and realised that I had to go to Belfast the following morning for work. It did give me the opportunity to verify that it was raining on the whole island of Ireland.
How bright am I to be going to Cork this weekend and up to Armagh on Tuesday?
That is all.