Sean's Space

Tuesday 28 June 2011.

Exercised. No shower. Made bed. Weetabix and milk. Put on old £20 Michael Lynch black slacks with blue braces, heavy boots, black FootJoy golf socks, white Tom McNulty T-shirt, no vest, glasses. A clear indication that I intended to do some gardening. All I got done was to weed around the cotoneaster opposite the front door and transplant there in the spaces around the Sweet William plants a small tray of white Alyssum. The Sweet William has not yet fully matured. Used the edging tool to tidy the flower bed around the cotoneaster. Ate 2 full rounds of nutty bread ham-and-cheese sandwiches with a mug of tea. One sandwich with fat and the other with lean from the ham remnant I found in the oven of the cooker. Real butter. Siesta 14.00 – 16.00. Rosanna away playing 12 with the lady captain, Jayne Savage. A tin of tuna in oil, 2 sliced tomatoes, 2 buttered slices of nutty brown bread. First of all I ate a double helping of Flahavan’s Oatlets with 3 teaspoonfuls of honey. Boiled the porridge properly without any difficulty. Did not water the transplanted Alyssum waiting for the rain. It was hot this morning and I squashed 2 clegs one on either arm as I weeded and planted this morning. This evening a light shower came around 19.00. Aisling arrived from The Big Smoke soon after the shower to attend Sheila McCrystal’s (87) wake. I went down after Aisling and Rosanna at 20.30. Met Joe Carolan who complimented me on doing well at the golf. Saw Nobby coming out as I pulled my iQ in beside Tom’s black Mercedes following a signal from the bearded Kirk who works for the County Council. The battery was low in the hedge trimmer but I levelled the top and one side of the currant hedge at the side of the house. Surfed. A lot of hits on Sean’s Space yesterday. None at all today. Aisling washed and dried 2 pairs of jeans and promptly left for Dublin. She is not working on Friday the day of my parents’ anniversary mass? 23.40. Ate weetabix and milk. Washed teeth and dentures. Left the radio on sleep mode to hear the forecast and the 00.00 news. Slept the sleep of the just. Blessed myself twice with the small one-decade wooden Italian rosary standing looking at Mrs. McCrystal in frozen pose in the open coffin in the room on the left inside the front door. Pulled with some regrets a lot of small shamrock plants from the flower bed at the front door this morning. Weeds?