I am very ill.

Wow! So long since my last post. Well, that's surfing; it's a feast or famine, and the last couple of weeks were a humongous wave-fest. Cork, Kerry, Clare; mellow beach to fast reef breaks, longer days and warmer water. Good company, longer sessions, twice a day. Surfing is a sickness, a disease, leading to exhaustion, pure exhaustion, destroyed careers (I could have been a senior deputy vice assistant supervisory departmental managerial something or other, you know) and relationships (Svenja, after three years of this, you really must be the one).

So, apparently we have a new Taoiseach?