too old 5 October 2008
Ah here now, I am getting too old to party. Myself and Himself were out to friends for dinner last night and today has nearly been cancelled as a result – which is a great reason to stay abed reading novels and the papers. All such gloomy news in the latter so I have abandoned the cot. Richard also tells me that lots of Irish bankers bought up shares in their banks forseeing the government would guarantee the institutions and those self same BANKERS are now sitting on further personal riches – shocking. I’ll have to leave the house now for a while as a) the weather is lovely, b) we have no food in and c) having spent last night in a neat, clean and finished house our current mess is getting me down. Will it EVER be finished? Also there is the matter of a very vocal pussycat who wants SOMETHING today but cannot decide what and feels complaint is in order by way of protest. Oh lord, I have just had a flashback of me picking my dinner up in my hands to eat it last night – a poulet, since you ask…that’s not great manners when in someone else’s house, is it?
