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First time I've seen that on the front and side of a bus. This one was parked at a bus stop on Eden Quay on the banks of Dublin's River Liffey.

What does it mean?

Is it like those lunatic BABY ON BOARD notices which are supposed to have you make a special effort not to crash into the baby carrying car, or ignore the driver weaving all over the place as they try to change the baby's nappy? Balancing two motions, so to speak.

Is the driver a novice, just entering into the service of the company, and should we be especially patient if he wanders off the route?

Is this the bus's maiden voyage, so far untested on the turbulent sea of Dublin's opportunistic traffic? Should we be patient if the wheels fall off and quietly transfer to the tried and tested DART, assuming it's going where we're going?

Or has the driver just left the company to go into better paid domestic service? In the black economy? Croke Park and Haddington Road please note.

These were my thoughts as I went to cross the road. So distracted was I that I nearly walked under that bus's brother approaching at a fair belt from Bachelor's Walk.

The excitement of a trip to town.

I'm exhausted.

Hodie

My phone reminded me, first thing this morning, that it was an anniversary day.

Ninety four years ago today, my grandfather's body was fished out of the Liffey on Eden Quay. It is not an occasion that had been remembered or celebrated in the family over those ninety four years. So I just thought I'd give him a mention on the day that's in it.

But there is another anniversary today. The birth of my son thirty three years ago. Happy Birthday.

The cycle of life and death.

Ó bhás go críoch nach críoch ach athfhás