I arrived back at Dublin Port around 5:30 yesterday evening, after spending nine days in England.
Although I took all sensible precautions whilst over there, including only touching elbows with my six siblings (instead of the big hugs we would usually exchange) when we met up at my mum's grave on St Patrick's Day to celebrate what would have been her 98th birthday, I certainly expected to be met by health officials at Dublin Port, or at the very least to have been given literature warning me of the dangers of me possibly bringing the virus into the country with me.
But no such thing happened. I drove my car off the ferry and out of the ferry port and onto the streets of Dublin with not a single sign of security whatsoever.
Back in 2001, during the foot and mouth outbreak, I was questioned by veterinary officials when I arrived at Dublin Port, who wanted to know if I had been on any farmland whilst in Britain and, when I said I hadn't, I still had to drive my car slowly through a disinfectant bath before being allowed to leave the Port.
But it seems like the authorities here in Ireland just aren't really all that serious about stopping the spread of covid-19... 😮
Or maybe they don't class human lives as being as important as the lives of farm animals...?
Anyway, I'm back home now, and will be self isolating for the next 14 days.