I drove to Dublin for a meeting today and, as is my recent habit, parked at the Red Cow and got the Luas into town.
I no longer get any satisfaction from the ducking and diving of Dublin traffic and avoid it when at all possible.

I don’t know if I am alone in this but, as usual, my automatic car locking thingy refused to work in the Red Cow car park, so I had to lock my car manually.
This doesn’t happen anywhere else, is there some weird magnetic field surrounding the Red Cow?

On to the Luas and its lovely colourfully named stations; Red Cow, Black Horse, Blue Bell, Golden Bridge, all set to cheer one on a sunny day in Dublin.
But my feeling of dread is mounting as we approach Suir Road.
The recorded announcement which tells one where one is, and what the next station is, had destroyed every journey for me by saying ;“Sewer Road” instead of the correct Waterford pronunciation of Shure Road when we got to that stop on the line..
(As we own the river surely we should be allowed to control it’s pronunciation.)

But small miracles happen every so often to lighten a grumpy old man’s life.
Somebody (the Waterford Minister of Transport?) had got to Miss Announcer and she now say Suir with the correct south eastern intonation.

There is a god.