Ciarán

Thank you for allowing me to take your photograph.
When all you wanted was a quiet pint (or two) and the Irish Times.
In what used to be an early house.
When the Guinness boats still left early in the morning.
And dockers were not an overpriced clothes brand.

I'll dedicate my hangover to the dockers.
And the guys from the postal sorting office round the corner.
They managed to sort another of my packages to the wrong destination.
I am glad there are no more early houses near where they are.
They are bad enough as it is...