Mr. Waffle’s sister is here for a couple of days. She arrived on Thursday night and, once she got in, I set her cleaning and getting things ready for my bookclub. Then I sent her out to dinner with her brother and welcomed my friends but not before I discovered that my confident assertion that we “have loads of wine” was completely incorrect. G, says that she thought the half bottles of red for cooking were delightful. Also, this is the first time this has ever happened to us but we had exactly one half roll of toilet paper to see us to the weekly shop on Saturday. We have lots of wipes and tissues but it wasn’t really the same, I’m sure you’ll agree.
As I type she is watching dominoes being tipped on telly. And I see from the all knowing wikipedia that it’s a particularly disappointing domino day. Still, the tragedy makes strangely compelling watching and it must make a pleasant change from all that party going in London on a Saturday night.
Oh yeah, I forgot, she got us all tickets to go to Rufus Wainwright last night. Make that leastest and ungrateful too. I haven’t been to a (non-classical) concert since I saw Ben Folds in Dublin in 2002 when I was pregnant with the Princess. All I can say is that things have changed a lot since then. He started on time, there was no support act, we sat in numbered rows and everyone else there was older than me. Rufus is perfectly pleasant but it was fortunate that we met some friends of ours who are real fans; otherwise my sister-in-law would have been unable to analyse the set and Rufus’s performance in quite the detail she would have liked. Rufus seems like a pleasant young man and very early in the evening he spoke extensively about playing Cork to the great delight of the (surprisingly) many Cork people in the audience. What’s not to like?
Want to come and visit?
NaBloPoMo – Q is only for Joe Queenan who’s alright but I wouldn’t get carried away.
Ahhh, Right.
I just want you to know that on your recommendation (and plenty of other people’s as well, but this was the trigger) I went down to my local library yesterday to borrow some Flann O’Brien books but they didn’t have any. Of course this is the same library that has labelled a Graham Swift novel as ‘Crime’ because (and I quote) ‘it has a picture of a gun on the cover’ and can’t stamp the due dates anything but randomly so I don’t know why I was surprised.
Under M, Hilary Mantel?
H, I promise we will have toilet paper.
DC, persist. Hilary Mantel is OK, but I don’t love her enough. If her name began with Q she would definitely get in.
the toilet paper doesn’t worry me in the slightest – I am more concerned about your wine situation.
That problem has since been rectified. Gin has been laid in also.