Return of Premier League casts pall over idyllic break
We'd had an amazing time on holidays, the weather had been fine and the lakeside cottage in Mayo had seen trout leaping and ducks waddling, enthralling our toddler, who decided that they would both eat bread, and so they did.
The people of Mayo live in a wonderland – the thought idly struck me that they keep it a bit secret, and maybe only when they start bragging about it will they win an All-Ireland, a cosmic payback for sharing their landscape with the rest of us.
I saw almost no sport for a week, the lack of 3G preventing me from bearing witness properly to Kildare's latest heartbreak. It was one of those breaks that lapsed rather than ended, we might even be able to take this feeling into real life.
We were driving over to a family dinner and everyone was happy. The perfect moment to drop the bombshell.
"Football's back next week". An anguished howl. The holiday was over.