October 2012

I explained to Margaret twice that she had the wrong number, but she did not listen. On the third occasion I gave up and just booked her a hair appointment. Saturday, 10am, with Caroline.

Ten minutes later overcome with guilt I called her back – only for her to question if I had the correct number ! In the end I apologised and blamed it on my mischievous son.

There is only so much mischief you can get up to whilst being sidelined on the couch.

“He who argues for his limitations gets to keep them” . . . something like that

Oh to be out there in the Irish wind and rain.