Lilac’s out and laburnum blooms. First wasps are buzzing, and swallows have arrived, beaky-squealing into the eaves. Hey nonny no, bring flowers of the May and around the pole we go. For summer is a-coming in and winter it is gone.

It’s time to have some tribal fun. I mean, some real gnarled knotty fun. Like a party for a pooper, say... a 1950s theme party.

It’s hard to believe that we’re in the 21st century when you read of the huffs and puffs associated with the reception in Dublin Castle for the Roman Catholic Cardinal Connell. Apparently he was offended that Celia Larkin’s name was also on the invite, on the grounds that she isn’t married to Bertie Ahern.