Matilda Green, the woman with her heart set on me, is coming at me from all angles. I have successfully avoided her now for more than a week, having taken a few days off from the depot and my usual cycling route; she just couldn’t ‘bump into me on the road’ as she is wont to do.

Every day, on my way to or from the depot – and some days going to and from work – she would appear on her high Nellie out of side-road, boreen or gap .