Tric Kearney: It's my life

Welcome to Good Friday. Forgive me if I am sounding a little raspy, but I’ve woken up with the most dreadful thirst.

No need to be concerned as it’s a condition I suffer from this time of year every year, which thankfully lasts no more than 24 hours. I usually do my best to keep the discomfort to myself, for at least a half an hour, but sometimes that just isn’t possible.

As I shuffle towards the kettle I can only nod and bravely croak a morning greeting to Himself and any gathered children.