> NOTE TO GERALDINE
> No criticism intended Geraldine but I don't think you fully realize
> the ardours of this event. For example, the days have been very dry
> (thankfully!) but this necessitates a lot of watering of Trevor's
> garden. And that's only one thing. There's also the slugs. And the
> tatting. Please just realize that we're all doing our best, and I do
> appreciate your good wishes of course.
>
> Mairead
Mairead,
Oh yes I fully understood the ardours: I was just pushing you to your
limits. But after two days of a Mairead drought I took to sea in a huff and
had a day out in Den Haag - like you do. But on my return I found a
yippee - you had brought us up to Friday. And I wasn't disappointed. Except
I thought Cork corked on Sunday? Could you not take the pace? Are you
still in the archives? Have you been slurpped up into a time machine and
taken the pledge in the 1840's Ireland? Do you need to be rescued?
Anyway thoroughly enjoyed this whole episodic tale of the rake's progress
through Cork and its crumbling corners and congrats on your fellowship and
only sorry the whole thing got shadowed by dark echoes from London.
More than sorry now my worst fears were confirmed that it was a bunch of
Yorkshire boys (my money was on Leicester boys - that's where they were
stopping the trains). Oh well at least it's stopped that dripping rot
about 'Us brave Brits' will not let 'Rotten Johnny Foreigner' spoil our way
of life. Now that 'Johnny' is born and bred and buttered in Beeston,
well-heeled and educated and one of his dad's just bought him a brand new
Mercedes Benz - in red - Oh Lord won't you buy me - as Janice sang - the
scary thing is these are not disillusioned kids from the sticks - but then
neither was BinLaden - but the killing of - the fucking bastards - oh well
we all know it - and our governments lead by example - what goes around
comes sour - . Search me.
Hey-ho.
Let's all go work in Trevor's garden - as Candide almost didn't said.
Cheers anyway Mairead - mucho appreciated and enjoyed.
G.
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