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Fellows from urban parts often say to me, “It must be terrible lonely for you, out there in rural Ireland with only the bullock with one testicle to keep you company.”

And indeed, it can be lonely at times, when the nearest pub is well out of firing range, and the postman is sometimes the only soul I see on the farm for days at a time.

Sure ’tis amazing really, that I’m half as sane as I am, considering the height of isolation that I have to endure.