My love affair with the Irish language ended abruptly. At the age of nine my primary school was broken into and the projector stolen from our classroom. A lack of funding to replace the device meant our teacher, an aging man, had to do his best with large cardboard sheets, some blue tack and a little creativity. Unfortunately, the adventures of Seán agus Tomás the matchstick Irish men were not enough for me to leave primary school with an adequate grasp of my native tongue. That was when my education in my native language effectively died.