Sunday, August 02, 2009

A great night last night: excellent music from an acoustic blues-rock trio. The singer, Ashleigh Howard, was fantastic with a strong bluesy voice. Hopefully we will see them again. But the craic was mighty with the pub full, lots of laughter, conversation and general bonhomie. Several people in there whom I hadn't seen for the past year so it really did feel like a home from home. Hence today is a day of rest and recuperation after the skinful of last night and Mrs C. is not very well. She thinks she may have swine flu which puts me in an awkward position. Do I visit the various care homes full of vulnerable oldsters and give them the flu or, do I abide by precepts of nursing and stay at home tomorrow? I could end up trailing a hooded scythe carrying passenger as I enter each home.
Receptionist: "Sign here please"
Me: Del Catto.
P: DEATH
R: "Is there a musty cobwebby smell in here?"
P: "THAT WILL BE THE OLD FOLKS"

I'll make that decision tomorrow morning. It might be made for me as I succumb to the porcine plague of media proportions. Here's a song to cheer us up as weawait the plague of locusts next...



TTFN.

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