Thank goodness for that wire. I’m not sure what would’ve happened without it. Ronan emailed me a copy of my work permit at 1:11pm Austin time, 7:11pm Dublin time. Earlier in the day he emailed and said everything was A-OK. Sharon wondered if that meant the same thing there as it does here. I guess it does.
So, I’m supposed to print the copy, show it to the Garda Immigration Officer, wave my hands about and say “These people belong in Ireland. These aren’t the people you’re looking for. Move along.” Or something like that.
We’re still sorting through our clothes. Ugh.