Enda jets off, shoes in his hand, to bend the ears of Europe's mama and papa
Sure all this slashing and cutting and snipping and raising and abolishing is a tiring business, you know. Quite exhausting, in fact.
Who could blame Enda for fancying a bit of post-Budget R&R in the south of France? Y'know, gather a few pals, nip down on the oul' jet (just pop into some handy head of government en route to make it official, like) and do a bit of sauntering along la Croisette in Cannes?
But quelle dommage -- those heady days have gone the way of dead things like the dodo and Anglo. And so last night, after two days of Budget bickering and a day of introducing a new euphemism into the political lexicon -- the Taoiseach announced yesterday that the ill-judged cut to disability allowances for young people has been "paused", subject to review, or in other words it's already fitted up in a concrete overcoat and is sleeping with the fishes -- Enda took to the skies.