Madam, – What a lovely surprise on Tuesday morning to have a fox run by my car. It was greatly uplifting. She looked so beautiful and elegant as she ran across the road from the snowy grounds of the Oblate Fathers, Inchicore, to a grassy forest area nearby. The fact it was an industrial estate did not seem to matter to the fox. Not so long ago Inchicore was the country!
A happy New Year to all in The Irish Times, a wonderful paper delivered to my door daily, even in this treacherous cold and frosty weather. It's like a piece of warm toast, when it's popped into my letter box. – Yours, etc,