We’ve been past the point of help since early April
So I can’t enter the Abbey Theatre’s “Dear Ireland Part Two: The Dear Irelanding” letter writing competition because my wife (my wife) works there and I certainly have not written a different one of these and submitted it under a suspiciously bland pseudonym. If had done that, this would be one I believe would have had a better chance but just wasn’t quite as good, or at least not as heartfelt. But I didn’t do that so it’s not a thing. Anyway, here’s my Dear Ireland letter. Dear Ireland, How are you doing? You're looking well, in all this sun. These streets of yours are cleaner now with the lockdown lift. For a while there you'd gotten a little grim, as if you'd gone too many days without a shower, hiding behind pulled curtains, pizza boxes and empty cans strewn about. But we all have our rough patches. I know that I do. And as for me, I spent the morning moving from room to room , ushering bluebottles out of windows. I feel the futility...