What can you do after years of waiting only wait better?
A friend and fellow countyman usually answers his phone to me with a greeting that has become a hoary old in-joke between us.
"Up Leitrim! We'll take Sam home to the banks of the Shannon with the help of God and the dead generations."
It is normally delivered in a jaunty tone because we both know there's no danger of it ever happening. And freed of that weight of expectation, all that's left is a hefty dose of gallows humour.