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Apricot; Armed; Dividend; Motto

Tuesday 30 October 2012.

Up 09.00 +. 2 different kinds of brown bread + butter with marmalade and also apricot jam (the last of it) for breakfast; with a mug of tea. Brushed teeth: made bed: dressed in black “legal” slacks freshly laundered, black FootJoy socks, patent black Clarks, vest, Corrupt T-shirt, Everlast fleece. No exercise: washed but no shower. Paid 40c to park in Crowe Street. Armed soldiers guarding Ulster Bank in Clanbrassil Street. I could not get in. Bypass blocked. Drove by St. Alphonsus Road to the Retail Park. Hedge in Oaklawns did not need to be trimmed. Bought size 12 soccer boots in Elvery’s. Green with blue and red trim. ~ €13. Parked in Long Walk Shopping Centre. Walked to Ulster Bank. Placed in box a fast lodgement envelope containing 2 small Fyffes’ dividend cheques. Shopped in Lidl. Bread, milk, frikadellen, bananas, apples, tea. On my way from UB to LWSC car-park I had purchased 2 haddock fillets in Johnnie Morgan’s. 2 x 1.50 = €2.50. Chuffed. Rashers, 2 boneless pork chops, 1 ½ microwaved Roosters peeled + butter, an apple; for lunch. Brought in bin. Brought in coal. The Wolfgang Holzmair CD’s came in the post (x4). Listened to Die Schone Mullerin. Drank a mug of tea and ate a Tuscan roll in the afternoon with butter and mature white cheddar. Later fried 2 fillets of haddock and 2 longitudinally halved cold microwaved Roosters; the fish on the big pan in margarine, the potatoes in the small pan in butter. Ate all with salt and lemon juice; drank a generous glass of vin de pays, white wine, the last remnant from the bottle in the fridge. Cleaned up the kitchen and washed up. The first item I dried, the wine glass, crashed in smithereens on the flags of the kitchen floor when I was attempting to put it in the lower shelf of the press. Checked e-mail, stumbled, etc., on the Dell in the sitting room. Deposited €100 in the Cooley Environmental and Health Group account in the PO in Jenkinstown this morning on my way in to town. Conversation in the shop with John Finnegan who told me that the mega storm had already claimed 17 lives in New Jersey and thereabouts. New York affected too. 23.55. Going to eat weetabix, sliced banana, milk: wash 5 ½ remaining teeth: retire. Rosanna who lay on the couch in the White Elephant Lounge for a few hours under a blanket opposite the fire roused herself around 23.00 and went to bed. “To what extent?” was my motto this morning, “Am I going to be annoyed today?” Ironed 1 pair of fawn Robbie cotton stretch trousers, 1 blue Pierre Cardin cotton shirt with thin red stripe, 1 burgundy and navy striped 100% cotton Melka shirt; in the early evening after dark. Rosanna sewed on 2 buttons on my Robbie trousers and another on a pair of black Bruhl slacks; for me.

Rustled; Juicy; Cleaned Out; Sent

Friday 12 October 2012.

Played 6 holes of golf in Greenore with Alan Ratcliff starting at 10.00. Linda rustled up coffee for both of us. Lunch of smoked mackerel heated on the small pan in butter + 2 slices of buttered brown bread + fried tomato + a glass of milk + a tart juicy orange. Cleaned out the fireplace in The Old School, Bellurgan. Journalled. Cleaned out and lit the fire in the living room. Ireland 1, Germany 6. I “listened” to the match on radio playing through the Acer. Ate stew and buttered brown bread. Wheat bisks, sliced banana, milk; for supper. Tea; brown bread with butter, Brie, sliced ham: for breakfast. Sent a few texts and made a few calls about the IMPERO meeting in Bellurgan Old School tomorrow.

Accumulated; Tap-Water; Bogeyed; Remaining Teeth

Sunday 9 September 2012.

Started at 11.50 with Brian Farrell and dinged the first two holes but accumulated 37 from the next 16 despite a 6 at the last where my PW approach struck the back of the bunker and rolled on into an almost unplayable position at the bottom of the hedge on the left. I had to chip out backwards and then took 3 to get down: for a 6. Brian scored 28 total. A bottle of tap water, a pot of tea, a warm scone with butter and strawberry jam in the bar watching the second half of the All-Ireland Hurling Final. Kilkenny caught up and went ahead only for Joe Canning to put over a free with the last puck of the match for an exciting draw. The minor match was also drawn between Tipperary and Dublin. All 4 teams with different combinations of goals and points scored 19 points each. Kilkenny 0 – 19: Galway 2 – 13. Rosanna served me a chicken dinner with carrots, parsnips, potatoes, lots of gravy and stuffing. Also ate an orange and quaffed a glass of Vin de Pays, white wine. Gave Rosanna a glass. She went on to drink some more mixing the wine with red lemonade. Found out on-line that I came 3rd in the voucher competition. Chuffed and a little surprised; but I scored 22 points for the back 9. McIlroy, – 21, 3 ahead bogeyed the last to win the BMW championship at Crooked Stick by 2 from Lee Westwood and Phil Mickelson with Tiger in joint 4th. His second consecutive victory and third in four outings. I think I washed my 5 ½ remaining teeth before I retired to bed around mid-night. Weetabix, sliced banana, milk; for both breakfast and supper. I ate a Snickers playing the second hole and Brian gave me the big half of a generous banana on the 12th fairway. I think I never drank a drop of water the whole way round the golf course. Parred every hole from 11 to 17. Brian remarked, “1 banana a day!” Any more would cause constipation he asserted, as we played the 12th.

Pension; Strawberry Jam; Pyjamas; Plied

Monday 5 December 2011.

Robert Giles told me yesterday morning that Rory McIlroy holed a bunker shot at the last for birdie to win the Hong Kong Open by 2 from his playing partner who parred the last. Last night I opened the PGA site just in time to see Tiger record 2 birdies on the last 2 holes in The Chevron World Challenge for a 1 shot victory over his playing partner Zach Johnston who parred the final 2. Got 25 mg Risperdal Consta injection in the right “side” from Áine who told me she is to retire soon. Her wages reduced by €150 p.w. in the recent cuts. If she retires now her pension will be calculated on the basis of her 2009 salary. A little snow and ice on my windscreen at the front of the house a.m. Icy roads and car parks. Drove from The Louth to GreenLife driving range. “They will be here at 10.00,” the accountant opening the front door from the outside told me. Paid €4 for a scone with butter and strawberry jam and a pot of coffee which I relished in The Fairways while I was waiting. Returned to GreenLife and struck 50 balls (€4) mostly with the 3 metal; some with the 8-iron. Bought milk in Tesco. Chat with Marie Duffy in the car-park of Dundalk Shopping Centre before I went in. Spotted her father Paul making his way out of the shopping centre. Bought a pair of pyjamas for Eamonn. Tom Brennan called me over and said he read in the paper that I was doing something “on the internet.” He does not own a computer and declared he does not know anything about them. Called in to Sinn Féin. Jane took down the details about the winter workshop. Mahla has left Jane told me. Davina in SOSAD across the street resolved my difficulty about Gareth Phelan’s number. Walked to Leavy’s with my glasses. Piddled in the bar beside Ulster Bank on the way. Refurbishment of The Square in the final stages. Got my white Toyota iQ 2010 washed out the Lisdoo road. €6. Met Brian McSloy twice earlier on Clanbrassil Street. Sporting a neat Trilby shaded red he asked with a touch of mockery in his voice, “Are you just walking about for exercise?” “No,” I replied, “I’m busy. I’m doing things!” Returned from Lisdoo and parked at Bank of Ireland, Clanbrassil Street. Collected my glasses from Leavy’s. €4. Piddled in McKeown’s across the street. Did a U-turn and drove home in the cold sunlight. Had parked first opposite The Adelphi and then at BOI using the same ticket. €0.80 total. Concession. On-street parking half price for Christmas shopping season. Tea, Vienna bread, butter, honey: for lunch. Rosanna gone in to turn the heat on in No. 13 Oaklawns. She took the pyjamas in for Eamonn. I took a siesta. Denise Belton rang this morning, Rosanna said, to confirm that the grant for the winter workshop had been approved. Fried potato, boiled bacon cold, cold roast chicken, brown sauce, a little salad; when I got up. Followed that with some baked beans from a bowl which had languished in the microwave for a few days; a glass of milk and a banana. Journalled. E-mailed Gareth Phelan. I discovered a day or two later that the e-mail “bounced.” Gabriela Tanasan invited me to Budapest 20 – 23 January. Rosanna assembled a new 6’ Christmas tree she bought for €50, half-price, in Tesco. I left out both bins in my pyjamas, slippers, black robe, navy Rival monkey cap. Rosanna plied me with a glass of Pinot Grigio. She went to bed before 23.00. I stayed up to scribble these notes (23.00). Brushed my dentures and 5 ½ remaining teeth in the late evening. Never even washed my face today. Muesli, milk, sliced banana; for breakfast. Weetabix, milk, sliced banana; for supper. Peeled and ate 2 Mandarin oranges after lunch before my siesta. Noticed the gap in Michael Farrelly’s bottom teeth the same as me when he was walking in around the front corner of The Louth as I was driving out this morning. Michael and I have age and medical history in common too? Gum sore in the gap front bottom. 13.07 on Áine’s scales in my shirt sleeves this morning. Wore red gansy, brown Robbie woollen small-check slacks, black FootJoy socks, tan 2-tone zipped leather boots, grey Lacrosse zipped jacket, glasses, green Greenore “woollen” cap, cream shirt, no tie, vest, T-shirt, white boxers.

Anchovies; Breast Pocket; Reception; Devices

Saturday 19 November 2011.

Visited Carlingford @ 11.30. Bought a glass jug, a lavender candle, a jar of olives stuffed with anchovies, a cloth bag “Food for Thought.” Drank a cappuccino in Food for Thought who are celebrating their 10th anniversary. Service good; pricey? Took a few snaps of Teresa Merrigan in Greenore and later uploaded them onto photobucket. “Will you put them up on Facebook?” she had asked. “I will,” I promised but somehow due to technical problems I could not get the photos uploaded directly onto Facebook. Mince meat and onions simmering in the pan on Dessie’s cooker; house warm and tidy. I took no siesta. Visited the vestry. Copied anniversaries and left an ill-written note for Fr. Murphy postponing Renew to Fridays. E-mailed Silvia. Ronan O’Gara kicked the winning score, a drop goal, the last kick of the game for Munster away in France. The second week in a row he had accomplished this feat. Attended the Captain’s dinner (Eamonn McCartan) dressed in cream shirt, red patterned silk tie, brown Kartel 46” jacket, dark brown check Robbie slacks, black/red/green braces, gold cufflinks, silver Parker pen in my breast pocket, fawn non-elasticised cotton socks, chocolate Loake brogues. Wore neither cap nor overcoat; the night was mild. Sat between Anne McGrane, a nurse from Newry and Siobhán Ballentine at Noel McGrane’s table. Anne was complimentary about my dress and Noel remarked that I was looking well. “I don’t know how you do it?” he wondered. Great person to person chat with Anne who knows a thing or two. Soup, salmon, assorted dessert, coffee. Orange juice earlier at reception. I enjoyed a bit of bread and butter at the start and finished my main plate by eating several baby potatoes with butter and salt. They were the two things I found most appetising. I pulled out around 23.45 buying Rosanna a glass of red and leaving her to her own devices. I was under pressure facing a long and taxing day tomorrow. Rosanna had arranged to get a lift home from Kay Hall, lady vice-captain, who was there with her husband. I slept before 01.00 soon after I went to bed; I think Rosanna arrived home around 03.00 but she did not really upset my rest. I drank a large glass half and half wine and apple juice for my lunch with bread, cheese, a little salad. That finished off the 1l bottle of Vin de Pays I bought in Lidl on Thursday for a little over €5.

Pullover; Young Frank; Last Agony; Disappointed

Thursday 13 October 2011.

Exercised and showered. Donned the blue striped Pierre Cardin shirt I have been wearing since Monday, vest, blue Lahinch golf pullover, navy slacks, black socks, black patent Clarks. Ate 2 boiled eggs and an orange. Starting at 13.00 played 18 off the green tees with “K” a chap form Carlingford and Francis Murphy. Did not mark my card. Francis scored 36 points he claimed at the end. I struck a PW arrow-straight out of the right cross bunker onto the 17th green to 9’ and 2 putted for an easy 5. Drew a low 8-iron from the left fairway across the right greenside bunker to a point 15’ behind the flag on 18. Left my approach putt very short but holed out for 4. Drank water and white coffee and chatted with Francis and K. Young Frank is in Australia married to an Australian girl. Over a year now. Ate white loaf bread and cheese for my tea. Fidelis Rice called after 19.30 mass. Her sister in her last agony in England. I gave Fidelis my card to enable her to look up my photos on the web. Listened to the Late Debate on RTE 1 radio. Martin McGuinness approached Miriam O’Callaghan after last night’s Prime Time program and accused her of bias and treating him unfairly in the “debate” featuring himself and the 6 other presidential candidates. I think I got to bed before 00.00 having eaten corn flakes, milk, sliced banana; without washing my teeth. Lovely day on the golf course. Hitting it well. Took off my pullover around the 4th or 5th. Bought 5 new Nike distance balls off Ian Brennan in the pro shop for €10 around 12.30. Lost one. Played the two holes described above with an old Titleist Pro V which a visitor found and “willed” to me on the 17th as we played 16. Disappointed to read on the sheet that Kevin Gallagher and Dermot Philips defeated Brian and Shane Farrell in the final of the Club Fourball competition. Surprised to read on the notice board that Len Hennebry and I came 2nd on Sunday in the 2-man scramble competition. I drove in to Oaklawns at 21.25 with a bag of clean washing for Eamonn. House deserted. I left the bag at the foot of the stairs.

Bruhl; Shortcake; Hedge; Steradent

Wednesday 31 August 2011.


Exercise, shower. White T-shirt, black Bruhl 42” slacks, black/red/green braces, grey Rival sports socks, heavy Connolly walking boots. 3 weetabix, sliced banana, millk; for breakfast. Mowed the front lawn. Weeded around the Sweet William and trimmed the hanging shoots of the cotoneaster. Later took a few snaps with the Canon. Trimmed the currant hedge. Salmon salad, Panini bread, orange; for lunch. Rosanna drove us in my iQ in to Oaklawns. Bought McVities’ shortcake in the shop on St. Alphonsus’ Road. Saluted Paddy Donnelly as we turned the corner in to Oaklawns. He was walking in a suit on the footpath on my side of the car. Made tea and ate 3 shortcake. Rosanna quickly and carelessly mowed the grass front and back. I trimmed the hedge with the Bosch hedge cutter and used the Bosch strimmer to tidy up at the front. Rosanna played 6 in the morning and 12 in the evening; in Greenore. Text’d Aisling in Uganda. She replied. Africa wet and interesting she asserted. In a text Eamonn told me he is returning to Dundalk late tonight. Watered the boxes, baskets, trays, pots. Dead headed the purple trailing plant in the white pot hanging on the right as one enters the back door. I spent a long while at it using the golden Toledo scissors. E-mailed Erik, Gabriela, Tina. Uploaded on the Acer some photos of myself, the iQ, the Sweet William; from the Canon’s memory card. Bought a mid-sized black 4 wheeled case in the Leather shop on the way home from Oaklawns. €99 – €9 concession = €90. I paid €1 parking for 45 minutes outside Partnership Court. Lit fire c 19.30. Worked on the computers until bedtime. Soaked my dentures in Steradent. Brushed my 5 ½ remaining teeth. Read some of my journal for June before I went to sleep under my duvet with one ventilator open in my bedroom.

Driver; IMPERO; Sandals; Line

Sittingroom and Sweet William 017 Sittingroom and Sweet William 018

Tuesday 23 August 2011.

Spent all day getting to know the Canon Aisling brought down to me the last day she was here. Put the driver for the camera on the Dell and downloaded all the images from the camera. Printed 6 x A4 pictures. E-mail from Kevin McGeough. Will not attend IMPERO Saturday and will not meet me for coffee tomorrow. Doing a job on his house; filling a skip. Yet he plays golf starting at 09.00 on Saturday morning. I sent out an e-mail confirming meeting of IMPERO in the golf club @ 14.00 Saturday and sent a message to the club about it through their web-site. Sweet William flourishing outside the front door. Snapped some blooms on macro setting. Very colourful. Aisling returned my call. She flies to Uganda on Thursday to visit Paul. Dressed in Camel Active sandals which Peter Oliver (River) Jordan delivered today. Silver Robbie slacks, fawn and gray/green FootJoy T-shirt, black/green/red braces, glasses. Dried on the line the shirts and articles I washed yesterday in the washing machine. Phoned Dessie. A lot of meaningless talk. Washed teeth and read my journal for a while in bed before lights out. Cleaned out and lit ½ fire this evening. Also watered the pots, boxes, baskets; I think.

Concra; sdtbm; Shower; Sirloin Steak

Wednesday 3 August 2011.

Trundled out to Concra Wood early for my 12.50 start in the Seniors’ Open. Purchased a tank of petrol, €31, and a Snickers Duo on the way in Bellurgan Service Station. Clocked in in the pro shop and sat in the bar for a while munching my way through the Snickers Duo. €25 entry paid with my MBNA Visa card. Read through the local rules on the back of the card and looked at the yardages. Played off the green tees with Daniel a thin man, a diabetic, from Elm Park; and David and Philip two sturdy gentlemen and good golfers from Glengormley. I thoroughly enjoyed my round and we all agreed Concra is a lovely layout. I sweated in my long sleeved black Mizuno golf gansy and not wearing a glove the driver was insecure in my hands and slipped on the 10th tee where I pulled my drive to the left high into the tiger rough hopelessly lost. Otherwise I struck it well including one sdtbm on the last where I struck a 5-iron second pin high to the right of the green. Nice chip and a short down-hiller for a 4 to finish. Holed a nice 5’ side hill putt on the 9th green. 28 points. Daniel whose card I marked scored 22. The two strongmen scored 31 each playing quite good golf. I read tomorrow that 44 or 45 points won! Took a nice shower in the airy big bright locker room and changed my clothes taking off the dark stuff and assuming a white long-sleeved Ralph Lauren semi-polo shirt, dark striped braces, black boxers, silver Robbie slacks and belt, fawn cotton non-elasticised socks, brown zip ankle boots, glasses. Drank a pint of iced tap water in the bar and ordered the dearest item on the menu, a sirloin steak, well done. Lovely chips melting in the mouth, nice cream pepper sauce, a large grilled mushroom, a halved grilled tomato, fried onion. I masticated it all with relish except the mushroom. Very tempting, I told the coolly efficient and very personable attractive young waitress, but I thought the safest thing to do in light of my allergy was to leave it behind me on the large rectangular plate. The steak cost approximately €25 and I also drank a lovely pot of coffee, €2.50. Michael O, James McCormack, Eugene Woods, Peadar Gallagher; came in to the bar while I was polishing off my steak. “I don’t believe you!” I said to James McCormack when he rather grudgingly volunteered that he is two years older than me, “I’d have to see your birth certificate.” Paid with my MBNA Visa card no problem. The woman at the desk pleasant and prepared to chat in a business like way. It must have been 21.00 when I reached home. Rosanna had already returned on the train from Dublin where she had rendezvoused with Aisling and visited Óg’s house. I think we talked golf comparing Greenore unfavourably with Concra. As usual I was a bit on tenterhooks all day paying attention to detail and striving to make no wrong moves or forget something. But I had a really enjoyable and fulfilling day in a remarkable place. A young lady from the Irish Independent rang my mobile while I was eating and tried to pump me about Sellafield. I putted a round with 2 or 3 balls on the putting green before teeing off and my putting today was a lot more solid than usual. More ambition and more care than is my wont. The ranger kept in touch especially towards the end of the round. Very easy to get on with, nice to talk to, sensible, a good sense of proportion. Philip Clarke used a belly putter and sank a few long ones at the start including a birdie at the first where I scored 6. I had a shortish one for birdie on the first downhill feature hole where I had only a short pitch with SI from the middle of the fairway to the green; but missed. I made a mess of the 15th hole where my drive struck the far bank and rolled back into the lake. Daniel stuck to me and entered my score on the computer. I read out the numbers off his own card and mine for him to key in to the computer. All very efficiently done with no angst.

Seniors’; Knob; Blue Anchor; Mackerel



Monday 27 June 2011.

Typing now at 15.52 on Wednesday. Played 18 in seniors’ competition starting at 11.40 with Kevin McVeigh, Warrenpoint; Neil Tate, do.; Noel Guinane. I marked Kevin’s card and he marked mine. I think Kevin scored 34 points; all I did was 24 or 26 but I putted reasonably and generally struck the ball quite well. “The best striker in the club!” Noel effused as I faded one down along the trees off the 16th tee. I had only had a chip onto 15 after a big one drawn off the 15th tee. Anyway I took no shower and drank a pint of water chatting with Noel as he consumed a pint of Guinness Light which he purchased for himself. Fried 2 boneless pork chops; 4 small potatoes sliced longitudinally, on a different pan, the small one, with a copious amount of Cookeen. Reheated mashed turnip to which I added a large knob of butter. Boiled a small pot of small potatoes. Ate all except two small boiled potatoes. Used copious amounts of butter with the small potatoes which I consumed last and salt. Extracted some brown sauce from the bottle with difficulty for the fried potatoes. Eric Hynes bought me a mug of coffee, which Elaine prepared, in The Blue Anchor. I proposed that the Greenore Cooley Fisherman’s meeting should be adjourned as a mark of respect to Sheila McCrystal who died this morning. Took a few snaps outside and inside. I thought my effort was sub-standard but on inspection later the photos proved passable. I sent a “slide-show” of them to Dessie who told me on Wednesday that he deleted them in error. As well as Dessie and Eric, Eric Cuthbert looking well rolled up to the Blue Anchor for the meeting which was adjourned in line with my proposal. Cuthbert was delighted to get away early to go to Greenore. He had already been there at 08.00 and caught a mackerel today at 10.15. None of the Finegan’s showed up for the meeting. I think I exercised this morning.