The Mother made a remarkable recovery after she crashed the car into the puck goat, which is more than can be said for the puck, who roared and groaned and then expired peacefully.

She has a temporary replacement car, compliments of the insurance company, and with Stefan as chief engineer she’s tourin’ the motor dealerships of South Tipp looking for a permanent replacement. I’m left out of the loop completely but I’m not too upset about it; in fact, I’m delighted with the bit of freedom – it’s almost like being in my 20s all over again.