As of 7 p.m. Friday night nightclub owners and publicans were still none the wiser as to what rules would apply that night at their premises.
udging by the young people interviewed on RTE news last week there was an unquenchable appetite to get back onto the dance floor.
The year has been one of dramatic changes in how we all live. From being locked up for the first few months to tasting freedom, to staycationing, and now into the grey, undefined world of the return to the office, it’s safe to say we could all use a night out in a club.
The rules are maddening for a lot of people. Many students still can’t attend lectures in person but can snog the face off each other in a nightclub.
Taoiseach Michéal Martin said as much when he announced that what traditionally happened in a nightclub will continue to happen. (Brownie points for his speechwriter there).
As we grapple with all of the changes going on around us, at least we can still laugh.
But what will the coming months hold in store?
Numbers, yes those pesky Covid numbers we had all but forgotten about like Eircom shares, are back.
There’s increasing talk about hospitals and ICUs. The word lockdown was even mentioned, albeit to dismiss the notion outright – but still!
We are getting over what we were getting over before, when we were still getting over what happened before that.
As for 2022, that’s when the real sh1t will hit the fan.
This worst ever honeymoon period of working from home will end for many and what then?
Will the unspeakable happen?
Will the cash rich and rent-free rich Dublin hordes who returned back to their home county be yanked back up to Dublin more and more?
Will the Government’s wanton spending cause an economic impasse and we’ll be all looking to emigrate again?
I hope not, but one thing we have all shown over recent months is our resilience.
At the swimming pool on Saturday I watched on with pride as The Little Fella and The Whirlwind Wonder displayed their certificates, showing they had passed onto the next level. (For the latter this means the big pool and for herself, she’ll be in with a friend in Level 5).
It only seems like yesterday when they were spitting water out angelically, and crying in a pool in Spain as their little arms splashed around in the pool.
The old well worn saying time flies rings true and as we celebrate another Halloween, we continue traditions passed down to us by our parents, whose parents no doubt passed them onto to their little fellas and wonders.
The longer the Government fumbles over decisions, the better it is for Sinn Fein, who are stealing a march on the opposition.
Let’s hope – for all our sakes – that we can weather the coming days, weeks and months and get through a winter without a crisis.
There will be protests as the cold bites and there will be bumps in the road but by sticking to their guns, the Government can guide us through the winter into a facemask free spring and summer – by which time I plan to be joining my little Phelps in the water!