Yet one more (perfect) Irish statement

Well I’m back (like Poltergeist). Writing, working, watching (bad teams) and crogging. In the interests of continuity, we’ll continue with an Ireland update or two each day, starting now …

So I’m outside on Achill Island taking these photos behind our hotel. The guy delivering bread drives up in a big truck. He’s a big, ruddy guy. Strong, tough. Obviously done more physical labor in his life than I’ve ever thought of. And enjoyed his pints.

We cross paths and he says: “How’r you?”

“Good,” I say. “You?”

“Good enough.”

That was it.

Good enough.

Yet another perfect answer.

Good enough.