It’s over! Finally!
For the last couple of months, Ireland has been in the grip of the kind of sports-related madness that doesn’t happen here too often. Every second commercial on TV has had a golfing-related theme, most commonly when the product in question has had little or nothing to do with golf. I’m referring, of course, to the Ryder Cup, which just finished with a victory for Europe.
I’ve been fortunate enough to avoid most of the consequences, such as the rise in costs of many services for visitors. There was talk of people renting out their normal houses at €10,000 for a week, hotel rooms oversubscribed, and exorbitant prices for everything from golf balls to Guinness. Dublin’s taxi drivers threatened to go on strike, because the government brought in regulations to cut back on their exorbitant charges, though they unsurprisingly decided to deal with the additional money brought in by the tourists.
As for me, the “phony war” is still going great guns. Nothing medical to report, no news on the job front, not even any confirmation that I’m needed to go to India to deliver training, never mind a timeline for “workforce reduction” (WFR) or how I might be affected by it.
Never mind. I have patience.