Denis Lehane: Danger is averted just in nick of time

In my rush to get to this week’s ploughing championships, ’tis a wonder I haven’t killed or maimed half the country.

My brush with murder and mayhem occurred on Saturday when I was engaged in the business of hauling in a dozen round bales of silage. There would after all be no time to do such a thing this week, and me up to my eyeballs with ploughing.

Anyhow, the stuff was mowed and baled without incident. ’Twas with the drawing of the bales that disaster struck.