FSAI warn of possible presence of peanut in specific batches of Myprotein Singapore Noodles.
Alert Summary dated Wednesday, 23rd October 2024.
Allergy Alert Notification: 2024.A41 Allergen: Peanut Product Identification: Myprotein Singapore Noodles; 550g Batch Code: Best before date: All date codes up to and including BB: 10/09/2025
Message: The above batches of Myprotein Singapore Noodles may contain peanut. Peanut is not declared in the list of ingredients. This may make the batches unsafe for consumers who are allergic to or intolerant of peanut.
In his 96th year and pre-deceased by his wife Maureen (latter recently), his sisters Anne and Bridgie, brothers Denis, John, Billy and Jim and great grandson Naoise; Mr Dunne passed away peacefully, surrounded by his family, while in the care of staff at Beaumont Residential Care, Cork.
His passing is most deeply regretted, sadly missed and lovingly remembered by his sorrowing family; daughters Dorothy, Yvonne and Linda, sons Michael and Damien and their partners Johnny, Pat, Padraig, Ciara and Christian, grandchildren David, Lisa, Brian, Michael, Sarah, Kevin, Ailbhe, Aoife, Steven, Niamh, Callum, Kieran and Rob, great-grandchildren Dara and Oisín, brother-in-law, sisters-in-law, nephews, nieces, extended relatives, neighbours and friends, (including those from Deerpark bridge club).
For those persons who are unable to attend the funeral service for Mr Dunne, same can be viewed streamed live online, HERE.
The extended Dunne family wish to express their appreciation for your understanding at this difficult time, and have made arrangements for those persons wishing to send messages of condolence, to use the link shown HERE.
Note Please: Family flowers only. Donations in lieu, if desired, to Cork Cancer Society.
Pre-deceased by her parents, her brother Paddy-Joe and twin sister Julia; Mrs Butler passed away peacefully, surrounded by her loving family.
Her passing is most deeply regretted, sadly missed and lovingly remembered by her sorrowing family; husband Eddie, sons P.J. and Eamon, daughters-in-law Martina and Cathriona, grandchildren Shay, his wife Chloe, Mark, David, Rachel and Adam, great grandchildren Ógie and Ayda, brothers Frank and Michael, brother-in-law John-Joe, sister-in-law Pidge, nieces, nephews, extended relatives, neighbours and a wide circle of friends.
Requiescat in Pace.
Funeral Arrangements.
The earthly remains of Mrs Butler will repose at Doyle’s Funeral Home, Urlingford, Co. Kilkenny, on Thursday afternoon, October 24th, from 4:30pm until 7:30pm same evening. Her remains will be received into the Church of St. Patrick, Graine, Woodsgift, Co. Kilkenny, on Friday morning, October 25th, at 11:00am, to further repose for Requiem Mass, followed by interment, immediately afterwards, in the adjoining graveyard.
For those persons who are unable to attend the funeral service for Mrs Butler, same can be viewed streamed live online, [Link to follow].
The extended Butler and Moore families wish to express their appreciation for your understanding at this difficult time, and have made arrangements for those persons wishing to send messages of condolence, to use the link shown HERE.
Work on the new entrance to link the Bank of Ireland Car park, situated on Emmett Street, Thurles, with the adjacent new Thurles Slievenamon Road car park; latter opened back in 2020 on the south side of Liberty Square, has now finally begun.
Entrance to Bank of Ireland car park on Emmett Street in Thurles. Pic: G. Willoughby.
The work was originally scheduled to begin in the third quarter of this year, subject to funding being made available.
We understand that the work will include the removal of the Bank of Ireland’s current car park entrance wing walls, leading on to Emmett Street and the provision of a new setback boundary wall. Same will then see the removal of the old stone wall, between the bank and the Slievenamon Road car park, with the provision of footpaths, public lighting, signage, resurfacing and lining.
With little information being made available to the public, it is difficult to picture or indeed understand how off-street parking in the town will be anyway improved by this new measure. One problem it will not solve is the major traffic congestion in the centre of Thurles town. However, the removal of the stone wall between both car parks granting a second exit (see background of image above), should assist vehicles to exit and enter this area more freely, especially those shopping in the British multinational retailer Tesco and the parking of vehicles for those attendees, visiting loved ones reposing at Hugh Ryan’s Funeral Home.
Details of costings in relations to this work has not been shared publicly with taxpayers, as yet.
In this racing age in which we now live, one of the most pleasurable of activities seems earmarked for total oblivion. I refer, of course, to that once-popular activity of just ‘waitin’ around’.
In almost all situations in life there are moments when the world comes temporarily to a standstill for the partner and I. Such as when the number 8 bus to Dalkey whizzes past us on an evening we had planned a convivial evening with the in-laws before dashing to the theatre. On occasions such as this, one can easily distinguish between those who have read ‘The Power of Positive Thinking’ and those given to kicking pavements, climbing the pole of the bus stop, grinding dentures, practising side-line hurling pucks with the brolly and roaring at junior to quit mouthing about his being late for ““Frozen” or “Paw Patrol” on the telly.
About the only people I know who enjoy waiting around are young courting couples who, like the partner and self, take advantage of the standstill in time to communicate with a touch of hands or a plain old giggle-giggle. People in general, though, have little inclination to just wait around any-more. As for the partner and self, we enjoy nothing better, except, of course when partner has an appointment at the hairstylist. A little waiting around is (and the Jesuits may correct me), damn good for the soul. It is like a little retreat as beneficial as any (with respect) at our Retreat Houses. Mind you, people will insist (particularly possessive wives) that such waiting around periods are fraught with peril for the soul. And indeed there are men who, while waiting around, see nothing but romance in every female on the street. Hardly the stuff “retreats” are made of, though I will not act the hypocrite and deny I am like the rest of men, (partner, forgive me!).
Still, marginally, mind you, there is more to the great world than ladies hurrying home from office, shop or factory. One could, for instance, eavesdrop on the private lives that often become very public at a railway station or a bus stop, when detainees and ‘in a hurry folk’ moan about the vicissitudes of life such as their working day presents them with. Times you know when a station waiting room or a bus stop can be a public confession box. Waitin’ around is good for my business. Once I was forced to wait for an hour for the partner outside a Tipperary Hotel and wondered, irascibly, when she would arrive. In the course of that hour I met the secretaries of umpteen societies and groups who were leaving the hotel after their respective meetings, all cheery and talkative of course, after leaving the hotel lounge-bar.( Mind you, after the introduction of the smoking ban, there are more people just waiting around than ever before).
Eh, begad, I was given press releases, secretaries’ reports and off-the-record statements I should never have acquired under more sober circumstances, had I not been waiting around. Maybe more journalists should hang around hotel exteriors after closing time!
There are some people who live in a small town all their lives and never really know it. Not me. From waitin’ around for the partner I know the colour of every shop front, the registration number of every car, the habits of every courting couple in town. I am better than a Garda and I am likely to know at what precise time the town drunks are about to render a few bars of “Show Me The Way To Go Home” or “The Red Flag”.
At Thurles Railway Station, while waiting around I have welcomed home emigrants, congratulated young boys and girls off to their first job in the Civil Service or to College; consoled hurlers coming back from Dublin trophy-less and (before I was wed), asked to dinner bright young things from New York and Paris arriving to ‘au pair’ in Tipperary.
Really, I almost envy the professionals at the ‘waiting around game’. Corner boys, people on strike, reserves on teams, gentlemen of the road, all good people who serve right well, though they only stand and wait. Which reminds me, partner has been waiting around for me to drive her to the Post Office. “On my way, dear. On my way”.
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Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
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