Jam on the Doorhandle

A few years ago, I was heading to the west of Ireland with some friends. It was raining (as it often is in Ireland) and we stopped off for something to eat in a pub somewhere. We were sitting by the window, and outside there was a small playground. A little girl, maybe 5 or 6 years old, came over to the window and, with the heavy sigh of a 50 year-old, shook her head and said “It’s too late now, to go out on the swings.”