I’m in Ireland and I’m having a grand old time.
There’s only one fly in the ointment. I sent my old G3 Ruby iMac from England to Ireland a few days before sending myself on the same route. I thought it would make a nice present for my mother. Thanks to Parcel Force, however, the machine is completely useless.
Luckily, I insured it when I sent it but it’s still a hassle. I’m trying to get it repaired at the local Apple centre but they probably won’t be able to do anything before the new year.
I was really looking forward to introducing my mother the wonderful world of email and the web. Now we’ll have to wait and see whether that’s going to happen anytime soon.
Apart from that, though, everything is going swimmingly. On the evening that Jessica and I arrived, we ended up at a session in the local music bar, The Roaring Donkey. Since then, we’ve been soaking up the atmosphere of Christmas in Cork.
We also found time to see The Two Towers at a matinee showing but due to the unfortunate presence of countless boisterous kids, the experience was not a pleasant one.
Oh, well. We’ll just have to see it again, won’t we?