Me: Do you ever look at my messages in the family whatsapp group?
Michael: No, I’m tired of New Yorker cartoons and sunsets.
Mr. Waffle and I went out to see a film the other night. As I was leaving the office, one of my colleagues asked me what I was going to see and I started, “My neighbour is a documentary film maker…” but was unable to get any further due to the gales of laughter that met this pronouncement. Anyhow, despite fears to the contrary (including, to be honest, mine) the film was very good, if a little long.
We’d left the boys with cash at home to buy revolting pizza from Domino’s which is inexplicably popular with them. When we got home at 9 there was no sign of the pizza which was ordered some time earlier. I rang the shop.
Me: I was just wondering where our order was.
Domino’s Man: Oh, I hate to say this, it’s out with our slowest driver.
Me: Any idea when it will arrive?
Him: Could be tomorrow to be honest. It’ll probably be cold too.
It came at 9.40. It was cold. To be fair, they offered to sort us, if it was cold when we got it but at that point we couldn’t face waiting for another order.
We had no electricity for a full day the weekend before last. Very challenging. They laughed at me when I said that we needed candles in stock. They’re not laughing now. The boys spent the afternoon playing card games by candle light with my sister’s partner. And we went out to dinner.
This was the scene at 9 on Saturday night when we went to bed.
There was great rejoicing when it came back on and we spent all day Sunday being grateful for electricity and heat (the Aga was still blaring out heat and we lit a fire but the central heating was not working) but we’re back to our usual blasÃ© selves now. Our agony was made worse by the fact that it was only some houses on the street were affected and our neighbours on either side had light and heat.
We went to see the newly opened Custom House Museum which is mildly interesting. It was nice to wander around the building and have its history explained but not fascinating now. It was free as their card machine was broken. We take our wins where we can.
Daniel read at mass today – really good, in fairness to him. This afternoon, Mr. Waffle and I took a ride on our bikes in the park and spared the boys. Michael stayed contentedly at home and Daniel went to watch his hurling team (he can’t play at the moment due to his shoulder injury).
It’s all thrills around here. Ahem. Satisfactory nonetheless.
An acquaintance is going to South Africa for a fortnight at Easter. “Why didn’t you take longer?” I asked. “That’s a trip of a lifetime.” “12th trip of a lifetime,” he said laconically. It turns out that his wife is South African. He did say that they were going on safari for the first time and that he was getting quite excited about this. His 14 year old daughter looked at the website and said, “That does look good and everything Dad, but are you sure that the chalet has wifi?”
I am 53 today. I have had a very satisfactory birthday. My loving family delivered on the present front. I got amazing home made cards from the boys; I spoke to herself in far off England. I got lots of flowers, cards and good wishes. I had birthday cake. Mr. Waffle and I went to Glendalough and it did not rain on us.
Honestly an excellent birthday.
Unfortunately, as I tramped around the mountains on my delightful day off not one but two of my staff texted me to say that they had tested positive for Covid. As I had them in my office several times over the course of the last few days, I fear the worst. I feel fine so far though and I am double vaccinated and boosted. Let’s hope for the best.
Daniel has finally recovered from his injury and the physio has cleared him to go back at the GAA. Rejoicing. He’s also got contact lenses and it is so odd to see him without glasses. I’m still getting used to it. He seems quite pleased though and says that they aren’t sore at all which I find almost unbelievable.
Meanwhile my teeth continue to give indications that they have had enough. The dentist has repaired yet another chip. I would really welcome a full six months when I didn’t need to darken his door.
But in unrelated welcome news, I do not appear to have Covid although it seems to be rife in the office. Off out tonight for dinner with my newly restored tooth and negative antigen test. What a time to be alive.