Blown tyres and skies

3 hours on the tarmac, 3 hours in the sky. Three hours in busses. We could have flown to New York in the time it took to get to Newry.
The Peugeot bust a tyre on the way to the airport, A 1950s military plane landed just before we took off and bust a tyre. A vine tractor dragged it off the runway and we were ready to roll.
Leila in Dublin. Donuts and Guinness by the Liffey.