Restoration is better left for kings and antique furniture
Back in my school days, before furniture became exciting, the word "restoration" meant the return of King Charles II to the British throne. Not that we cared much for the Merry Monarch at St McNissi's College in the Glens of Antrim, but some stuff sticks.
Charles knew very well he was not being restored to the same throne his father had vacated so dramatically. It was a different country. Extraordinarily, his son James, of Battle of the Boyne fame, had not learnt that obvious lesson.
"Restoration" was a euphemism in 1660. But not, it seems, when it is used in demands for "restoration" of public sector pay, delivered with the usual menaces by the teachers' unions last week. But the world ruled by that merriest of monarchs, Bertie Ahern, before he lost his head, cannot be "restored".