A large fit of discussion about who and how people were getting to Cobh this weekend was culminated this evening by the train breaking down, so Mom, Dad, Breic and Seirid are in Portarlington (they were supposed to be here for dinner) and we don't know if they'll be coming down or not. Deirdre and Gavin are on their way (and we should find something to feed them for dinner, because they do not eat meat), and I don't know if they know that their children aren't here. :)
Ted, earlier today, while we were trying to figure out who and when people were going to be here, said he needed to know *soon* so he could shop. Or else, he said, he was just going to feed Deirdre and Gavin *bacon*, and they'd have to cope. :) I was reminded of Mom and Dad and Deirdre going to dinner in Paris several years ago, at a proper French restaurant, and there was nothing vegetarian on the menu. So Deirdre asked if maybe they could make her something vegetarian, and the chef had to come out from the kitchen to look at this person who wouldn't eat meat. :)
I went into Cork to watch the Coraline puppet show, and met
I'd never been to a puppet show with ... well. Real puppets. Beautifully constructed, jointed pupets. Between the voice acting, the delicacy of the puppets' faces, and the very finely done movement, as I said, one forgot one wasn't watching something live, and it genuinely seemed like Coraline was emoting. That was pretty neat. I really, really wanted to take photos, but the lighting (in order to play down the puppeteers, I expect) was very poor, though certainly adequate for the puppets themselves. Just not good enough for photography without either a flash or being on stage. I wish I could've gotten up there to take pictures, 'cause it was really neat!
*laugh* Deirdre just called. To add to it all, the first bus was full so they're on the second one and running at least half an hour late. :)
miles to Isengard: 128