garlic 21 October 2009
I had a night out with a great mate last night and for the first time in an age ate a meal involving garlic (there was a lot of white wine consumed too so fling that into the mix while we’re about it) and I am RANK today. I love it but am one of those people it hangs around with…for days…and I’ve studiously avoided it since I began work on SHAMELESS because I cannot press the affliction of a garlicky McLynn onto that lovely bunch. Well, I am back at work tomorrow and I fear I’ll still be honking then…so fair warning to all from this moment.
I’ve nipped back to Dublin briefly to sort a few things out and I found myself sitting at the kitchen table writing yesterday and for the first time I felt used to the house without the G cat. I actually thought I heard a little catty yowl/complaint like she wold have made before hopping up on the table and walking across the laptop. I very much miss her writerly contributions as she dug me out of a hole more than once. Anyhow, it was nice to sit and remember how great she was. Her portrait is by the big window onto the garden and she looks quite formidable in it, which is spot on, so I sneak lots of looks at that and let a glow in each time. I am a lucky creature to have had her with me for so long. I hope this book can get finished without her though….she was around for all the others so it’s a worry that she can’t see this one off too…
