God is well pleased with the job that He has done creating Ireland. He is bragging to anyone that will listen about how fertile the land and the sea are, abundant with game and fishes.

He is thrilled with the new people He has created - gracious, beautiful and intelligent, with a love for laughter and music and poetry, and a sense of community that He has never been able to get quite right before. He goes on and on...

Eventually, someone tires of his bragging and asks Him: 'Don't you think that you've overdone it a little?'

'Not at all' says God, 'Just wait till you hear about the neighbours I've given them...'