Hark! A bell!
Tis the doorbell.
A courier stands without. He bears a box.
“Ho!, trusty courier,” quoth I. “What news?”
“Sign here, please.”
I sign. I take the box. It weighs but little.
The excitement mounts. I open it.
It contains an envelope. Naught else.
I open the envelope.
It contains a Waterways Ireland smart card. Naught else.
Much air has been transported from Sallins.
Austerity, how are ye! We haven’t even begun to tackle the low hanging fruit.
wow!christ i wish i had a green card.