Is buaine focal ná toice an tsaoil and may the buggy debate roll on

YESTERDAY, at lunchtime, headed for a tiny seafront restaurant, I encountered a group of people in their late 20s or early 30s, accompanied by a couple of toddlers and holding on to the business ends of buggies laden with sleeping babies.

And they were mad as hell. Collectively, they constituted an impromptu protest group.

Because the restaurant, apparently since their visit of the previous week, had put up a sign. NO BUGGIES ALLOWED.