Tir Na Og

The back of house was pounded with Oranges and Apples last night. My rational mind came up with an immediate explanation, that the fruit was being projected from a hovering flying saucer, quite possibly the very same craft that was above Deely Plaza 40 years ago and from where those fatal shots were fired. That of course was not rational enough so I decided that it must be stray city-dwelling fairies upset at some slight on one of their number. The solution in the end was even more fantastic; It was a bored teenager in his own back garden, letting fly at all the neighbouring houses. Oh well, I always knew that the world was far stranger than we can imagine. Poltergeists! Who needs them?