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Bride, Archways, Mangetout, Inis Mór

Red heart

Saturday 21 August 2010.

Well I wrote a €198 cheque made payable to Michael Breslin.  I discovered from the MBNA site last night that my deposit of €33 had been paid long ago.  €32 for “extras.”  I also gave Michael after breakfast a €20 note to give to his wife Sian.  A tip.  We left Donegal Manor around 09.30 and reached The Milford Inn at around 11.15.  We drank coffee and Rosanna dressed in the toilet in her white “German” trouser suit, cream shoes, brown patterned T-shirt with inlaid glass.  She drank a whiskey and red which she said would “give her energy.”  I had dressed this morning in vest, white shirt with silver Fiona Thornton cuff-links, black tie with rectangular gold pattern, stainless steel watch, black 44” “legal” slacks, black Calvin Klein socks, black patent Clarks, black and white check Kennedy McSharry jacket.  We booked in to Archway B&B across the road below the hotel.  Walked in Milford to pass the time before the wedding.  I bought and masticated a Snickers bar.  I joined in here and there with the singing in the church.  Fr. Sweeney celebrant.  Nora Sweeney, a nurse who cried all night, became Mrs. Declan Friel.  A full church.  St. Peter’s.  I complimented the Sweeney nun on her singing as she descended the steps of the gallery.  The wedding started at around 13.20 and the meal in the hotel was not served until after 17.00.  I drank a little champagne while I waited from a champagne fountain.  Nodding off now and again.  I ate chicken and mushroom vol-au-vent; cream of vegetable soup; beef with horseradish sauce, mash, Yorkshire pudding, roast potato, vegetables including mangetout, gravy, and a second helping – more beef, a roast potato, small Yorkshire pudding; apple pie with cream and custard; coffee.  I drank two glasses of white and a glass of red with no ill effects.  Conversed at table with Moira Boyce and her husband (a school principal) and Bridie McFadden (should she be called McFaggen because she spent most of her time outside smoking?).  Rosanna conversed with John Boyce, his wife Tess, his sister Nora and we sat with them in the foyer until 23.30 when we said our goodbyes to Ann Marie (bridesmaid), Sadie and Ronan Sweeney.  I had a good conversation earlier with Sadie about Greenore.  She asked to be remembered to Mick Ferguson (“Keep your head down, keep your arse up, and hit it!”); she remarked that Kevin Hynes was nice; she asked, “Was he the thin fellow?” when I told her I was friendly with Dessie Hynes.  She said she would love to visit Greenore.  She lived there from 1964 until 1967 when her mother died.  John Boyce NT was a class-mate of Eamonn McBride.  He is over 70 and recently lost a son to a massive heart attack.  Rosanna screamed abuse at me as we walked down the road to the Archways B&B.  “We should have parked the car at the hotel!  Keep in from the traffic!  This is completely dangerous!  I’ll never attend another wedding!”  I washed my teeth, put on my pajamas, got in to bed before 00.00.  Ronan Sweeney was genuinely grateful that we had showed our support by attending the wedding.  I thought that myself and Rosanna independently reached the same conclusion and remarked the same thing.  “We were delighted to get the invitation,” I had assured him.  Bright day today, rather warm betimes, cloud patterned sky.  There were 11 siblings in Ronan Sweeney’s family all of them born in Donegal although many of them were conceived in Inis Mór where Sweeney père was a Guard who served along with Rosanna’s father Dinny Searlaí.  Guard Sweeney was Rosanna’s god-father.  He died at 52.

Skarpnord, Strawberries, Stubble, Rain


Friday 6 August 2010

Well I got up bright and early around 06.00.  I put €25 of petrol in my 2010 Toyota iQ at 08.30 and withdrew €100 from the service till in Bellurgan Service Station.  Rosanna and I left at 09.00 and via Ardee, Collon, Slane, reached Dunshaughlin before 11.00 where we had coffee and a bar.  Gave €2 to a youngster from Drumconrath whose father used a mobile phone to get us directions to Killeen Castle GC.  We followed Kristy McPherson, Angela Stanford, Marianne Skarpnord, from the 18th green around the front 9 which they played to finish.  69, 71, 70, the best 3-ball of the day.  They are all shortlisted for the Curtis Cup, the first two for the American team; Marianne from Norway for the European.  We met David Rafferty and Gussie Goss twice.  I sympathized with David on the recent death of his father.  I ate apple tart (heated) and cream; €4.50: followed by fresh strawberries (and some raspberries) with cream; €5.00.  I finished off some of Rosanna’s steak sandwich.  She bought it following David’s recommendation but it was tough, leathery and cold by the time I got some of it.  The car-park cost €5 and it was a stubble field.  There is very little clearance under the iQ so I was worried about getting my car in and out.  In the event in spite of the rain there was no bother.  Rosanna had a chat with Deirdre Smith standing in front of the giant scoreboard.  I sat beside them but rose as Deirdre departed for a cup of tea.  She remarked favorably on my manners when I did this.  Long trip home via Trim, Navan, Castletown, Ardee, Dundalk.  Rosanna shopped in Tesco LWSC.  A young man recovered the token for me by giving my trolley a blow of his naked fist a maneuver I felt was doomed to failure.  My dentures and gums sore and uncomfortable on account of tangling with the remnants of Rosanna’s steak sandwich.  Postponed my journal writing until the morning.  Nodded off in the Parker Knoll a few times and wakened up to find Rosanna gazing at me with a lost expression of wonder in her countenance.  She went to bed early; I dragged myself off to bed later a little before 23.00.  Did not wash my teeth.  Exercised this morning and performed my usual routines, making bed, washing, applying moisturizer and deodorant, dressing; blue barred Kartel T-shirt, vest, black slacks, grey sports socks, Hush Puppie black brogues, Oakmont brown golf jacket, grey braces.  Basically the same clothes I wore yesterday.  Bumped into Roisín Daly in Hallmark, LWSC.  Seán Óg rang his mother a few times.  He called to Joe Carolan who is home from NZ while we were in Tesco and he carried on afterwards to Greenore without calling to our house in Jenkinstown although we were at home by the time he left Carolans’.