Getting to the Green Stop on the Voting Line.
Getting past the voting line is probably slightly more difficult (tongue-in-cheek) than getting past most of the letterboxes, dogs, gates and driveways ( too steep, slippery ), in Cork City, north and south. While I was admiring beautiful laid-out gardens, both professional and home-grown, I was eventually forced by the amount of scratches and blood loss (tongue-in-cheek) ; heart-thumping and deafened ears( from the barking );mind-boggling gate latches; dropped leaflets ( from the nervous twitches) , to have a break at the nearest service station, where the faithful tea ( beginning with B ), had to be drunk to restore the equilibrium. Despite an initial wariness of abuse by certain outspoken individuals at their doors, that was nothing compared to the constant battle with letterboxes, which insisted on taking some flesh in exchange for the release of leaflets into tidy hallways and trying to find the mystifying hidden post-boxes, whose presence was located, inevitably, by our candid