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Thessaloniki

Leave a comment Posted by on October 2, 2010

Tuesday 28 September 2010.

Up 02.00. Dressed. R got up too. Ate weetabix and milk. Did not exercise but I made my bed. Drove starting at 03.00 to the Carlton Hotel car-park. Piddled at Lusk service stn. in the car park on the way (doors closed). Hotel bus to the airport. Drank coffee and ate a bacon roll and some potato cake. McDonalds. More food on board the Malev plane to Budapest. Ham and cheese large croissant. Coffee and orange juice. Tough time in Budapest airport. I barely made the connection for Thessaloniki. A Magyar inspector even put my boots through the x-ray machine. I took my small St. Francis rosary out of my left trousers pocket after he had body searched me. That gave him pause. But he certainly did his job thoroughly! My Rugby bag was the second piece on the carousel. I was relieved to see a sign for ENUSP at the exit. An attractive student called Anastasia and her boyfriend (?) drove us in her Lancia to Hotel Capsis. Caught the bus with Michal Caletsky to Aristotle University at 17.00. Cross-eyed with sleep. Sat through a session dominated by Mary Nettle. Congratulated Peter Lehmann on receiving his PhD earlier in the day. Not impressed by either Mary or Peter. Dinner at 20.00 under the vine leaves in a restaurant near the university. Several courses. Salad, cheese, fish, pork, wine, chips. Nice dinner. Michal and I left early because he wanted another beer and could not get one at the restaurant. Caught the bus back to Hotel Capsis. I went straight to bed. Although my room-mate, a stocky Jew who snored explosively, wakened me I slept through until 08.00 tomorrow. The air-conditioning fan was situated above my bed. It seemed on the cold side but presented no problem. I sweated a lot today. Dressed in underpants, vest, black Ping long-sleeved golf gansy, black 44” “legal” slacks, grey sports socks, brown patterned braces, tan John Evan boots. My logic was that I needed pockets for travelling? But the gear including my black and white check Kennedy McSharry jacket added to the heat amplified my rate of exhaustion. Was given a chocolate wafer bar, orange juice, tea; on the flight to Thessaloniki. Very attractive hostesses (3) on the plane to Budapest. The plane was full. The plane to Thessaloniki was half empty. Also a Malev flight. The flight from Dublin took off ½ an hour late. Put pressure on me because I had very little time to make my connection in Budapest.

Wednesday 29 September 2010.

Impressed by the Greek speaker at the conference. Ham roll for lunch. Workshop on ENUSP. German chair anti. Dinner at the restaurant near the university. Stewed beef. Wine (2g). Drank a wine in the hotel (€7) and bought 2 beers for Michal. €2 x 3.50. Took a shower. To bed c 23.00. Did not sleep for some time. Had a long dream about Eamonn’s death. “Die vogel singt im baum,” Katarina Vogel gave my day a lift. A lovely animated young Berliner. Dressed in underpants, black 44” “legal” slacks, navy Le Coq Sportif T-shirt, navy FootJoy golf socks, tan John Evan boots. Took my boots off and relaxed in the back seat in the assembly hall of Aristotle University in the morning. Cool at the restaurant and a little rain. I got a good sleep last night. Had no difficulty with the bus. 2 tickets + a bottle of water cost €1.70 at the kiosk across the road from the hotel. Felt together and enjoyed the day. Took a shower before bed. Had a conversation with Daniel in bed. Dispelled my paranoia.

Thursday 30 September 2010.

Breakfast of cereal and milk, egg, rashers, and 6 small sausages. Coffee. Bought a bottle of water and two tickets. €1.70 at the kiosk. Left Daniel and AN Other in my wake and travelled alone on the bus to Aristotle University. Forgot the name of the stop, KAMARA, but the bus driver restored the name in my memory. Reports on workshops. V. Boring. Regional meeting of ENUSP. V. Good. I offered to serve as a board member or as a deputy. Dutchman with crutches elected. A tall voluble Quaker from England selected as deputy. Mary Nettle chaired. The woman from Liverpool took minutes. Good structure. Satisfactory meeting. Iris Holling facilitated the general assembly and election. Gabriela Tanasan elected chair. The psychologist/interpreter/soccer player had a hand in it. A Belgian who did not seem to have the capacity was the only one who offered initially. A disaster averted? Exeunt Peter Lehmann and Mary Nettle. The big Greek spoke extempore, used the translator efficiently and made a good impression on me. Someone called him “a big bully” to me the other evening. Assertive rather? Sat beside Roslein (SME) at dinner in the same restaurant and beside the Liverpudlian woman on my right. Salad, cheese, garlic paste, beef, wine, broccoli and cauliflower. Walked via the sea-front to Aristotle Square. Concert. Dancing. P’d in a restaurant. Wall demolished. Victory? What next? Chaos or worse. Drank 3g wine in a small bar with Michal, Vogel, Iris, Mats, Rosso (the dark devil woman). The dark woman confessed to me her fear that she is experiencing the onset of Alzheimer’s. Danced for over an hour in Aristotle Square. Gave Iris a spin for “Blowin’ in the Wind.” Wonderful atmosphere although it was cool and breezy. I sat into the shelter in the cafe where we drank. A lovely bar-tender accepted from me a peck on both cheeks as we departed. Sang some of The Leaving of Liverpool as we walked back to the Capsis Hotel. Stefan, The Liverpudlian, and me. Michal walked home with Katrina Vogel whom I praised to the sky. An old woman took my hand and tried to rip me off with a bunch of flowers. €20? €10? “Too dear,” I insisted, “Kathrin is a lovely girl but I am not going to waste money.” I was serious but the woman did not bargain further and after a little repetition withdrew. I took a shower before I slid into bed. Did not get off to sleep right away. Stomach a little acid in the night. “Blanc de Blancs?” Regurgitated in the night but luckily it did not catch my breath as has often happened in the past. Still a full charge on my mobile. Chat with Daniel in bed about ENUSP before I slept.

Friday 1 October 2010.

Well I think I got up out of bed before 09.00 and dressed. Mixed cereal and milk; two fried eggs; lots of thin small fried rashers of bacon; coffee. The stout Greek with the angelic smile sat at my table and we discussed with some enthusiasm the concert in Aristotle Square last night. Had to get my card “treated” in order to open the door of 210 which is the room I have been using. Sorted out my receipts, papers, and packed everything. Met Michal in the foyer at around 11.00. We walked down on a sunny warm morning towards the port. We were refused entry but a girl official in a wheelchair was very personable towards us and directed us towards the sea front around the corner. A girl served us Greek coffee at a street table with high chairs and Michal and I talked about marriage, cameras and enjoyed the view of the sea and the misty mountains beyond westward. I took off my boots before I sat down so I was comfortable and relaxed. We circled on, at Michal’s suggestion, to Aristotle Square and walked back up to the main thoroughfare where we caught the bus back to Hotel Capsis. I had a single ticket in my wallet because we walked home from the university yesterday. I opened the window of 210 for the first time and raised the curtain and the blind about half way. Having completed my journal for yesterday in my reporter’s notebook I sat and chilled out in the chair by the window for about half an hour. The bus pulled up in time at 14.00 as promised. Reached the airport about 5 minutes before 15.00. Checked in and experienced no problems getting boarding passes. Flight 3.55. We had time to sit down and relax at the gate before we boarded. Parted with Michal at Budapest. “We’ll correspond and see what is possible?” I suggested. Met Hugh McReynolds and had a chat at gate 20 in Ferrighey. Football, dogs, Fr. McEnteggart, Denis Faul, etc. I bought a small red heart shaped box of marzipan chocolates for Rosanna and a small bottle of a Hungarian herb liqueur. Paid with my MBNA card. Chocolate crisp flat bar for food on the way from Thessaloniki; cheese roll on the way from Ferrighey. Drank apple juice, orange juice, water. All free of charge. No charge either when I checked out of the hotel. Long walk in Dublin airport. Took a trolley out to the coach park. Chat with a couple from Bailieboro. Missed calls from Rosanna. She told me when I rang that she thought I had missed my flight. Coach from the Carlton Hotel rolled up dead on time. Reassured. Piddled in the Carlton before I drove home like the hammers of hell in my small white 2010 Toyota iQ. Reached home about five or ten minutes before midnight. Rosanna had a fire of briquettes on. I ate rashers and sausages and then cereal and milk. We talked in friendly mode for nearly and hour before I unpacked and retired to bed. Dressed this morning in gusset-less trunks, vest, white long-sleeved shirt, brown patterned braces, black FootJoy golf socks, tan John Evan boots, 44” “legal” slacks. Emptied the pockets of my black and white check Kennedy McSharry jacket which I carried and put on only when I reached Budapest. Lowered my trousers to piddle at every opportunity. Took off my boots for most of the flight from Budapest to Dublin. Chat with Berthold C. Kosel in the foyer before the bus left Capsis. About lapis lazuli silver rectangular ENUSP brooch he is going to make. Washed my teeth before bed with Colgate toothpaste.

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Bride, Archways, Mangetout, Inis Mór

Leave a comment Posted by on August 23, 2010

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.

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Thessaloniki, Burgundy, Shiny, Demolished

Leave a comment Posted by on June 29, 2010

Broken heart

Monday 28 June 2010

“Why are you sending me texts like that?” Seán Óg complained over the mobile as I was dressing this morning.  Well I am not trying to annoy him – although I probably did so I was not aggressive or prescriptive towards him.  “I can’t turn!” he declared.  “It might be an injury?” I speculated.  God help him.  It looked as if I piddled on the floor in Ladywell as I waited for Monica Doyle.  It was water dripping off my Calvin Klein black and white golf umbrella.  The hungry looking one from Tallanstown noticed and put down absorbent paper on the little puddle.  Funny when she comes in to the waiting area at other times she averts her gaze and never seems to see me?  25 mg of Risperdal Consta in the right “side.”  Bought a blue barred T-shirt “Personal Gain” from John McShane, and a beige Farah collared T-shirt as well as a pair of underpants.  Called on O’Callaghan Travel in Boyd’s Shopping Centre and booked tickets to Thessaloniki.  Wrote to Peter Lehmann.  E-mail from Claire Woods.  Case closed.  Replied, “happy and relieved.”  Wrote to Ellen O’Hanlon thoughts on the showcase day in Muirhevnamor.  Thank-you note from her in reply.  “JJ is gorgeous,” Silvia wrote, “And he is a good photographer.”  Peace in the house because Rosanna was in town shopping and getting her hair done.  I gave her €60 cash to compensate her for paying Oliver Dullaghan for upholstering my Parker-Knoll, in burgundy with a spiral pattern.  I boiled half a packet of baby Scottish potatoes.  Ate tinned salmon from a plate in the fridge, the remnants of some tinned tuna, two vine tomatoes sliced, salad from the box in the fridge.  Then demolished all the potatoes with salt and lots of real butter.  For lunch.  In the evening Rosanna called me up from my siesta and gave me rashers and boiled cabbage which I followed up with a large microwaved Rooster ate with salt and real butter.  Pádraig Treanor rang postponing the “collection” until Tuesday evening.  I exercised a.m. and watered the flowers.  Not much sign of the Evening Scented Stock outside the front door yet?  Wore sky blue Greenore semi-polo T-shirt today, black shiny slacks, black Calvin Klein socks, chocolate Loake brogues, and carried brown Oakmont golf jacket for outer wear.  13.07 on Monica’s scales.  Spoke to Dr. Lyster passing and Martina McBennett in Ladywell both looking summery.  Called on Mary Mag this morning in St. Oliver’s.  Alert enough but tired looking even though it was early in the day.  Pushing her head back in the chair.  Reminds me of myself when I used to be unsuccessfully trying to sit, relax and pass the time when I was on Depixol.  Washed my teeth and retired to bed earlier than usual, soon after 23.00.  I ate weetabix and milk with sliced banana for breakfast, corn flakes sliced banana and milk for supper, and I consumed a big salmon sandwich made from two large heels of loaf bread for elevenses.  Drank mostly tea today and some coffee in the evening.

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North Pole, White Hair, Pitted Olives, Restore Disc

Leave a comment Posted by on April 2, 2010

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Wednesday 31 March 2010

A long and taxing journey to visit Tom and Ita Daly in Slieve Na Mon nursing home on the Gortin Road outside Omagh. Left the house at 09.15 and picked up Dessie. Then on to Glennane using Dessie’s sat-nav where we picked up Dermot Mooney at Upper Lisdrumchor Road. It was like the North Pole around Dermot’s house with snow drifts and soft snow on the road. Tom went out of his room to organise tea and sandwiches for us but it never materialised. Met Ciaran Burke the manager of the home and e-mailed him on my return home. Tom, fit, comfortably and neatly dressed. Ita housed in a room far away sitting in a chair with her hair white and nicely permed with curls. She gave me a drawing and also gave me a drawing to give Dessie. I put the one I got into my journal display book when I got home and rang Dessie to see if he would save his drawing for me. I think I arrived home in Jenkinstown around 16.00, turned on the heat. Put two baked boneless loin pork chops on a plate with some baked beans in tomato sauce and 4 fairly substantial cold boiled baby potatoes. Heated all for 3 minutes in the microwave and cleared everything rapidly using only salt and some real butter. Followed that down with some black pitted olives that Aisling left behind her at the weekend and a generous glass of red from a bottle which Rosanna and Aisling left unfinished at the weekend. Masticated a few Cadbury’s chocolate biscuits as well. Cleaned out and lit the fire in the WEL. Surfed on the Acer site. Could not buy a bag for my laptop because they deliver only in the United Kingdom. I think it is possible to buy a restore disc and there is an approved service centre in Banbridge. I did not exercise this morning but I think I will do a little before I get into bed. Put the red blanket back on my bed last night and was comfortable. Slept well last night and did not want to get out of bed this morning when I got up at 08.30. That is a very unusual sensation for me these years. Usually I cannot lie on. When I waken up I have to get up. Risperdal? I am writing at 22.15 and intend to eat cornflakes, milk, and wash my teeth. I forgot to mention that I bought a brown 6×4 picture frame off Louisa McGourty for €6 on Monday. I mounted JJ’s photo in it and it has stood rather imposingly on the mantelpiece in the WEL ever since. I ate a mature cheddar sandwich with a mug of java for my tea. Then I peeled and ate a medium sized sweet orange. The skin was tough because the orange had been lying there for nearly a week. Is that fruit irradiated to keep it from decaying? Rosanna text’d a few times. She threatened to give up the wine.

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Goward Dolmen, Dromena Cashel, Spelga Dam, Silent Valley

Leave a comment Posted by on November 22, 2009
Saturday 21 November 2009
· Colours of Day
 
· Christ Be Beside Me
 
· Fill My House
 
· Hail Redeemer

Rosanna contributed a €2 coin to make up the €6 I put in the envelope.  I missed the collection but diverted towards the basket after receiving communion where it lay at the foot of the altar and threw my envelope in.  Fr. Paddy Larkin.  A crash at the tabernacle after communion.  Drove over at 19.10 for 19.30 mass.  Checked the green diary after mass.  E-mailed Silvia with the masses for next week.  Got wet to the skin at Dromena cashel.  Water dripping out of my golf Ping trousers.  Wet all day afterwards despite attempts to dry out.  Lunch in "Daisies" restaurant in Downpatrick.  Lasagne, roasted sliced potato with skin on, rice, small pot of tea.  £7.25 total.  Paid with my MBNA card.  The first thing we saw on the bus tour and field trip from Kilbroney Centre in Rostrevor was Goward dolmen at around 10.45.  Visited Silent Valley and Spelga Dam.  Climbed up the steps to the top of the big dam even though my clothes and cap were still wet.  Looked at the Victorian high cross in Rostrevor and the old graveyard.  Saw the new Benedictine monastery on the outskirts of Rostrevor.  Dessie carried me to and from Rostrevor in his Caddy diesel white van.  I left my black Toyota Yaris Strata (2007) in Greenore for the day opposite Dessie’s house.  Home around 17.30.  Aisling and Paul ensconced in the White Elephant Lounge when I returned.  I took a shower and changed everything.  Used two towels – the second one hot off the radiator – very refreshing!  I got a chicken dinner.  Noel Guinane rang to find out which church the Ann Carroll funeral was in.  Dermot Mooney rang, too, and Dessie.  I was much in demand?  Noel told me that tomorrow’s golf was cancelled.  Relieved.  During the day I was dressed in black Ping long-sleeved golf shirt, navy cardigan, black light Ping golf trousers, thick Rival sports dark green socks, heavy walking boots, Cutter & Buck waterproof jacket which proved to be anything but waterproof, woolly Greenore helmet.  After my shower I put on clean underclothes, white Trinity T-shirt, grey/green/black fleece, 44" black slacks, black brogues and the socks I was wearing all day which I warmed on the radiator as I showered.  I think I ate weetabix and milk before I went to bed.  I washed my teeth.  Manchester United 3, Everton 0.  I think I got up at 7.00 this morning and we left Greenore for Rostrevor at 8.30.

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Fettle, Backup, Expired.

Leave a comment Posted by on July 19, 2009

Friday 17 July 2009

Felt in very good fettle this morning. Watered the flowers, exercised, dressed in grey check 44" trousers, blue barred Kartel short-sleeved shirt, blue Argyle socks, tan John Evan Chelsea boots. Wrote a letter to Sinead Lally in Louth County Council and enclosed a completed form to register Greenore-Cooley Fisherman’s Association with the county forum. Filled out the Toyota questionnaire which came in the post the other day. Posted both of these items driving Aisling’s Toyota Corolla 1999 down to the shop and around the block. "I drove that car to the shop. It did not cut out," I told Gary Morgan on the phone after lunch. I had rung him in the morning. When I was taking my siesta I missed calls from Aisling and also one from the Archbishop – I had tried to contact him this morning about the mistake in Anne’s telephone number in the IMPERO and CEHG registration forms which we handed in on Wednesday night. Aisling wants to me to bring her car up to the airport because she has to pick someone up in RTE at 9.00 tomorrow and go to Cavan. I agreed. She is due to arrive from Madrid at 22.00. Rang Lisa for back-up in case I had to stay the night in Dublin. She was agreeable and Sean Og rang later. "Why don’t you make up your mind now to stay here tonight and tell us now," he suggested/instructed. "Your mother will be on her own and I may be able to catch the 23.20 train? So I don’t know," I explained. In the event I was in loads of time for the train. Aisling dropped me near Bus Aras around 22.25. I withdrew €100 from the service till in Bellurgan Service Station and got €20 of petrol at 19.55 on my way to Dublin. Paul left the keys under a smooth stone at the bottom of a lamp post inside the gate of Warrenmount Convent. That arrangement worried me all evening but when I rang Aisling at 23.10 as I sat down in the train she assured me she had been able "to get in" without any undue difficulty. "Take it easy tomorrow," I counselled. She has to use equipment tomorrow that she does not know how to use. "Aisling seems to be in very bad form," Rosanna remarked at 00.45 as she drove me home from the station. "She’s looking well, anyway," I commented. She wore a black flared dress and her shoulders were deeply tanned wheeling a smallish bag behind her when I shouted "Aisling" at her as she came round the bend in Arrivals. I ate weetabix and milk when I got home and unsatisfied went on to make a processed cheese and chutney white bread sandwich which I ate with a mug of tea. Rosanna finished off a small bottle of red. My head was not painful today – at least it was a lot better than it has been. I got the feeling on the motorway up near Drogheda the same as I used to get waiting for my Father to come home from work so that I could glide on his bike down to Mary Rose’s house. A sort of mild and happy summer elation. It cost €3 to park the Corolla at level 2 in Block C. The young official at the checkout in Connolly wrote out a €10 ticket for me. He said the return ticket which I purchased for €10 last Friday and which I had with me had "expired." I felt like writing a letter to CIE to see if they would make any kind of restitution to me. I washed my teeth and got to bed before 2.00. Aisling had a dual reason for coming home. Evelyn’s father is at death’s door, and the work she was offered yesterday for tomorrow should pay her ticket. But she has a room in Madrid booked until the end of August and she intends to go back later on for the rest of the summer. Two baked pork chops, baked parsnip, baked onion, fried/baked potato, large microwaved old potato with salt and lots of "butter," for lunch.

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Sean and Rosanna Drive to Newry

Leave a comment Posted by on October 29, 2008
 

Wink

Monday 27 October 2008

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A bank holiday Monday so Rosanna and I decided to go to Newry.  Traffic jam soon after the Cloghogue Roundabout.  Eventually, before Rosanna parked the car, I jumped out as we passed the main door of the Quayside Shopping Centre to go in for a piss to the toilet at Sainsbury’s.  "I’ll meet you at the main door," I shouted rather ambiguously as I banged the door of the car shut.  Anyway I spent nearly half and hour standing in the cold with an open-necked shirt and jacket at the door of Sainsbury’s.  It turned out that Rosanna was forty or fifty yards away at the main door of the shopping centre.  Anyway, after a few mobile calls, we met at Sainsbury’s door and sat in the coffee shop inside while I let my temper cool.  We walked as far as James Kelly’s drapery and looked around the shop.  Rosanna has a penchant for handling the goods.  I kept my cool and kept my distance.  We walked on to the square and looked in a "woolen" shop which had a sale on.  Low-priced shirts – but they were short-sleeved.  In a small café/deli beside the woolen shop we had lunch.  I did not allow Rosanna’s fussing to get on my nerves and I was eventually served with a massive plate of chicken-and-bacon pie, chips, coleslaw, vinegary salad.  I ate every morsel, except for a few chips which I gave Rosanna, and drank a cup of coffee and my mood and sense of well-being improved.  £6.20 for my main dish.  Rosanna paid all £12 I think costing her €16 (I think).  We walked across the canal to The Canal Court Hotel back entrance.  Both of us went in to the toilet in the hotel but we did not tarry and walked on to TK Maxx where I bought a Calvin Klein T-shirt for £9.99 and a collared shirt for £19.99.  The second shirt was 16 ½" and when I got home I realized my collar size is 17 ½" so I did not take the shirt out of the wrapping.  The T-shirt, an L size, proved tomorrow to be an ideal fit.  I also looked at all the designer jackets and saw some nice ones including a navy velvet one with small champagne dots in a regular pattern by Pierre Cardin.  Unfortunately there was nothing in my size.  Rosanna, after much huffing and puffing bought a Rosetta handbag for about £22.  There was a massive shower of rain while we were in TK Maxx but it had stopped by the time we left to walk past the Buttercrane back to where Rosanna had her car parked outside the main entrance of the Quayside shopping centre.  I went for another piss in Sainsbury’s toilet before we pulled out the back way from the car-park to travel on through Omeath.  I went in to the toilet in the golf club but was annoyed see no result posted in the locker-room of Sunday last’s competition.  However I noticed that 42 points were 1st, 2nd, 3rd in a competition on Sunday 28 September 2008.  I formed the impression that Og and I had won and perhaps Ciaran Rafferty, in the background, by ringing up had created some difficulty about our card.  We will just have to wait and see.  Text from Kevin McGeough to say he cannot play golf on Tuesday or Wednesday.  I lit the fire in the WEL.  It was cold.  Picked Eamonn up at 9.40 p.m. in Clarke Station on his way back from Cootehall.  He was in good form.  When I asked him how the weekend went he remarked, "I got a good sleep."  I ate corn-flakes and milk around 9.00 p.m. and Rosanna gave me a small fried beefburgher when I came home with Eamonn.  Washed my teeth, flossed, brushed my dentures, did exercises before retiring to bed around 11.00 p.m.  I think I also did exercises before I performed my ablutions this morning.  Felt a bit stiff and sore during the day but light.

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