Sweat, Angst and Paranoia
Friday 29 August 2008
Sweated profusely on the golf course although I was wearing only a T-shirt and vest above my slacks. Played 6 with Rosanna. (R,S) 13 (8,4) 14 (3,4) 15 (6,5) 16 (7,6) 17 (6,5) 18 (6,5) Totals (36,29) Shots received (6,5) Nett (30,24). Did not take a shower and did not "go in." Rosanna gave me a fried egg, the remainder of the sausages I bought in Tesco last week, some black pudding she bought in McCrystals, and two grilled rashers. I managed to masticate the meal well enough even though the right side of my mouth (which I am unaccustomed to using) is sore. Did not take a siesta although I was feeling a bit tired and uncomfortable in the afternoon. Lit the fire in the evening with logs and a little coal. Barry had left 2 bags of doubles while we were golfing and, I think, two bags of coal. Uploaded a few 080808 pictures onto photobucket and stumbled 3 of them. Contretemps with Rosanna in the late evening over a wedding present for James Crudden. "I want to get a camera," I asserted. Rosanna jandered on in her old usual way basically saying I did not consult her – but at the same time making no suggestion herself. "Get out of my face!" I spat at one point losing my temper and pushed her violently into her chair spilling a half full cup of tea onto the seat. "Don’t cross that line," I forbade her pointing to a spot on the carpet between her and me in the WEL. I also opened the blinds on the window. "You think you can do what you like when the curtains are pulled!" I reasoned. Anyway I retired to my room around 11.30 p.m. and washed my teeth and did my exercises and got to bed around midnight. Rosanna stayed up until 1.30 a.m. Did I hear the clink of glass? Earlier in the day I fulminated "Eamonn is struggling in the shit: Leah is in great form." The latter piece of information was relayed to me by Rosanna who heard it from Aisling (back this afternoon from Sardinia). "It’s like Bobby Arthur," I said with deliberate paranoia, "When everything is going arseways in the church he is delighted." I tried a number of times to contact Eamonn about his plans for coming to Dundalk. Eventually he returned on Leah’s mobile my calls but he left me no wiser. Why should I worry?