The bike is glorious. I’ve already taken several trips with one or two boys on the back. It’s fun, it’s zippy, it’s ever so slightly nerve-wracking. But just the sheer joy of being part of the world rather that observing it is unbounded. I feel like a tether has been cut.

I have 4 consecutive weeks now of ferrying one boy or other to various summer camps, which would be 20 days with 2 car journeys each, and then driving to and from the office on one of the weeks. That’s 50 car journeys I won’t be taking in the next month alone. I just wish Dublin was further along in its bike infrastructure and that I wasn’t joining the minority of folks who want to live this way.