Extra, extra, read all about it now, oh baby. It's supposed to be summer, but I can tell you, it is Monday,

the 10th of June 2024.

It's supposed to be summer, but I can tell you it doesn't feel remotely like it.

I've been soaked into the skin this morning out with the dogs in the local park.

I was soaked into the skin yesterday afternoon walking around Media City.

It's also pretty cold, nine degrees Celsius.

Where is summer?

Where's this climate change we've been told about?

So often, I'll just leave that.

I'll park that. I hope your weekend was restful, relaxing, and that you are re-energised for the coming

week ahead. I watched the Munster final yesterday afternoon, Simple Stadium. I didn't travel

to watch it, no. I watched it at home. Limerick beat Clare, 126 to 120, to win their sixth

monster hurling championship in a row, six in a row in Munster for Liminock, for Limerick,

the treaty. And they're going for five All-Irelands in a row, aren't they?

As well this year, maybe they are.

But decent by Claire, decent performance, but Limerick are on another level anyway.

Hurling is the sport of kings.

It was a sport given to the people of the world by God himself.

But only the Irish listened to Godin.

Cut the hurlies from the ash tree.

Great sport hurling.

Watch it if you ever get a chance.

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