New York

Sunday was Mother’s Day and Mr. Waffle’s birthday – a conjunction which neither of us particularly enjoyed.  To compound matters we ended up going for a long cycle in the lashing rain (dull story which I will spare you).  Not entirely recommended.

Last night Dan was at a GAA appeal.  He was a witness to an on pitch incident.  This was the appeal.  While a long way short of the formality of actual court proceedings, it was pretty unnerving and intimidating for him and I felt for him.  He did fine.  But it was a long old evening for him with after school physics (you will recall our school has lost its physics teacher and he has to do physics classes over zoom once a week after school, hardly ideal) then straight to the hearing which was long and not home until 8.30.  Ravenous, poor child.

And this morning, I am writing this live from Dublin airport where I am waiting to board a flight to New York.  Very exciting!  As always when I travel, I completely failed to charge my phone and am currently hogging a workstation at the airport.  A full debrief will follow on my return from NY.  I haven’t been in America since 2007 and haven’t been to  New York since 1999.  Hold on to your hats.  Weather will be familiar if nothing else.