I walked past the Dáil today. And there was a a garda on the street. As usual. And another one the inside the grounds of the government buildings. Again, nothing unusual about that.
And they were chatting to each other. As gardaí sometimes do.
But they looked so cute, chatting to each other, hands on the big iron bars that separated them. Just like a couple in a film where one is in prison or summat.