I returned to Ireland and Ireland said feck off

I am at the Europort. The train is a 15 minute drive. I have no car. I can barely walk. I have no Euros.

You win, Ireland. You win.

Game. Set. Match.

I’m going to weep now.

Hope you’re proud of yourself.

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