Saturday, September 04, 2004
As I mentioned Bert is away with his bluegrass chums. They are making him stay on for the concert and he is resigned to that. As he said "It's a dirty ould job but somebody's got to do it." This means that I am on my own until one am at least. So I locked the door and am repelling all boarders. I live with Mr Popularity - so affable, so friendly and so generous that everyone loves him. He adores company and what he calls a "stir". I think it is because he was a singleton and was lonely as a child. Consequently we have a lot of visitors. Me, I'm the eldest of seven and although I'm pretty sociable myself, I am also fond of my own company at times. So tonight I have locked the door and I'm not answering the phone. Cannot be bothered folks. Try to understand.