Colm O'Regan: Daydreaming is good for you - it lets me be Roy Keane’s midfield partner
Pic: Roger Kenny
Sorting clothes has become humdrum again. During lockdown, it was a prized job we flipped a coin for. Because it provided about an hour of me-time in a period of lots of us-time. You got to go upstairs and do a job so in theory, it was house-work. But my wife and I both knew it was practically a working holiday.
Usually, if I won the toss, I’d have a podcast on to distract me because sorting clothes is tedious. Squinting at faded age-labels to see whose tights and vests and knickers were whose and that was just the grown-ups. There was a huge pile of children’s ones to do then.


