My long-suffering editor will confirm that my adherence to deadlines is not my greatest strength. It’s an area in which I am striving to improve, but alas, this column is one of many arriving to the Mayo News office several hours (cough, days) late.

It may come as a surprise, but sometimes I struggle to find things about which to have opinions, which is slightly problematic when you write an opinion column. So last week I was faffing about with a piece with which I just wasn’t happy, and I was holding off sending it lest some inspiration strike at the last minute.

But Storm Éowyn struck instead, and in its fierce fury, took out the power, the internet, the mobile coverage and any hope I had of getting this column submitted at a respectable level of lateness. It’s incredible how powerless (literally and figuratively) we can feel without our basic energy and connectivity needs being met. Now, it’s spectacularly late, so I may as well go for broke and start over with a reflection on the character of Mr Éowyn, who I hope, didn’t cause too much harm to readers.

Éowyn is a lovely name, isn’t it? It conjures up images of a mild-mannered Welshman with a well-coiffed quiff. If you’d asked me last week, I’d have pictured Éowyn as someone who worked in........

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