forgot 6 April 2010
Here’s how chilled out I am – oh, and also how fried my brain was yesterday after lying in hazy warmth all day reading a thriller – I was on the internet arsing about and still completely forgot to blog. I have to move my sorry ass to the library to get wifi signal so by the tie I copped to what I hadn’t done I was a collapsed heap of melted human back in my room. Blissful, though, the old sunbathing and being warm outdoors. Breakfast was had in full sunshine today and I find I could grow to like that…
The entertainment in the hotel is great each evening – it is presently the habit of the Cook/McLynn household to have a glass of vino tinto (the local wines are lovely) in the bar before going into town for dinner. There is usually a duo playing and singing and all quite splendidly cheesy stuff. The Boy From Ipanema was a particular triumph last night. It sort of reminds me of holidays when we were teenage in Strandhill in Sligo. We’d all go to the pub in the evening and there’s be 2 local lads with a keyboard or guitar and a drum machine banging out middle of the road/country ‘n Irish stuff and no doubt dreaming of playing REAL rock music – one of them was usually called Dessie.
