Sunshine heals all wounds
And people wonder why the Greens aren't a bigger political force in this country? Because the only time Irish people think about global warming is at times like this, when the sun comes out in March and suddenly, after what has been a grim few months, we get our summer mania on, cast off our vitamin D deficiency-led depression, and become, for a time, carefree.
All changed this weekend. The spring has come, summer won't be far behind, and now we can put serious matters behind us for a while. We'll have a drink in the open air, Ireland being the only country where drinking outside actually counts as a hobby. We will, of course, leave the car at home in case we are subjected to the Garda's notorious imaginary breathalyser test, which could land you in imaginary trouble and get you an imaginary driving ban.
We will stop worrying about politics too. Indeed, Enda and his chief adviser Fionnuala will have been happy to see the sun coming out yesterday. Because they will know he is home free for a while now. Suddenly it won't matter so much to us that Enda Must Go, Now. We will stop sitting inside reading newspapers and watching the news and brooding over these things. The drone of current affairs on the radio will soon be replaced by the comforting drone of match commentaries on transistors in the garden and car radios of dads parked up by the sea with the window open for a bit of sea air.