sweet little lies 30 September 2008
We had a good sporting moment in the house the other night. I was kissing the cat (and making myself sneeze and my head expand with mild allergy) and I turned to Himself and asked ‘What will I do when she goes?’ followed quickly by ‘I’ll never love again’. In fairness to the man, he laughed like a drain.
Forgot to tell you all, in case you missed it, Ireland was the first country to officially declare itself in recession – that was last week. Today the government stepped in to guarantee all us citizens’ deposits up to 100,000 euro in the banks…I suppose they’re actually going to insist on a person actually having that 100k first of all in a bank account?…and not take the excuse that your paltry savings WOULD be 100k if it weren’t for the recession…
Off to my old Alma Mater tomorrow evening to give a talk to the student drama society. I believe it has grandly appeared as ‘An Evening With…’ here and there on sites around the college. Shriek! It’s just me TALKING for goodness sake. Still, there’s bound to be lots of free or subsidised drink available to the students to keep their boredom at bay – I know there would have been in my day and I’d hate to think a fine tradition had gone the way of the dodo simply that young minds might be fresh for study after a night out. I’m also vaguely wondering if I should tell a few lies and see how long they take to get back to me and how further mangled they have become in the reportage…Tempting…
