wreck 5 June 2008
I am a wreck, no two ways about it. Today I awoke after a very fractured sleep thanks to the attentions of a DELIGHTED cat that was allowed stay on the bed throughout the night* and dragged myself out to find that my left eye was bloodshot and sore. Still is. I have since heard that this is Kilkenny Eye or, perhaps more accurately, Kilkenny Festival Eye, as I am the 6th reported case since the weekend…what the heck was going on in that town? I can’t remember any shenanigans that would have led to such an outbreak. But for hearing this news from a mate who works and lives in the town (on the festival of mirth which I attended, as it happens) I would have blamed Herself and her catty hairiness. Now I have to hope that the Condition disappears by (very) early Saturday when I take to the film set once again. In the meantime may I also say that I have realised that I should never go out without some class of concealing makeup on, as the bags under the bloodshot, and not so bloodshot, eyes are totally tragic now and I look like the Wreck of the Hesperus. So, how was your day? *The Husband reported a lovely sleep altogether…
