The new school year

Cian started in third class today which basically means that he can now add Science to the ever lengthening list of subjects he doesn't particularly like. Unfortunately, I think English may well soon top that list. Personally, I blame his teacher - he's an awful dour old fecker.
Cian got a new homeroom teacher as well, a Mrs. Takahashi. No, not that one. As Cian himself put it that would be 'too scary'. The Takahashi surname is as common as Murphy or muck here in Japan so it was probably going to happen at some stage of his schooling. However, Takahashi sensei is a woman which means that since the age of two when Cian started nursery school he has had, and again I am quoting our budding misogynist, "fecking women teachers" the whole way up. His hot blooded masculinity is beginning to chaff at the constant imposition of the fairer sex as his mentors. None of them, apparently, know how to poc a sliothar properly.
Mind you all this was overshadowed by Daddy's (belated) 2015 long board debut down at Itanki last Saturday morning.
For shame.
My surfing colleague M. has already clocked up 41 days on the waves this year so far which, given that most of those days were in minus temperatures, is some achievement. I will be doing exceedingly well if I manage to hit 41 for the entire year. Which is why our trip home this year may well involve an extended sojourn to the People's Republic of Cork and the beach break down at Castlefreke. Moss, you reading this?

The dream...

... and the reality.