#12

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Is there anything nicer than a conversation with an old friend? No, I really don't think so. The way my life is right now I have massive amounts of conversation with loads of people everyday and a very close set of people I see all the time that there is barely any time to move outside that circle. So, when I do take a step outside it, it is a breath of fresh air. And that's what happened today. Just conversation and two drinks, catching up and talking about everything from everywhere. It is great to be in conversation with someone who is just there for conversation - and nothing else.

But it was hard today because I have been really still unwell. My voice is on the way out... oh, but everything was made better by Oisin coming home and Ghin and myself and him had dinner together - well they had dinner and I joined them in conversation. Oisin talked about his trip to London and there was much to laugh about. He said because he was feeling unwell, he mostly slept through his entire trip. He fell asleep in the gallery in Westminister, in the Imperial War Museum, during the first act of the School of Rock. In some ways I am glad to see that he has a healthy level of disrespect for these institutions - on the other hand, how could he fall asleep in London?

Today, later on, I'm going to really clean the kitchen. I have a final piece in the puzzle to do and then it will be sorted. What is really annoying is that the only person in the house who understands that things need to be put back in the same place is me. No one else does that. So there is very little merit in me organising things, because eventually it just becomes a huge fucking mess. But if I don't then the mess just gets worse and worse. I think I'm going to have to start training the boys in this - although to be fair, they have been good at doing this when I am on top of it.

I have to sort the kitchen tomorrow, I cannot possibly be sitting here, looking at that floor and smelling this smell... on the bright side though, Peter has bought an enormous amount of firewood and peat briquettes. I have ordered eight bags myself.

Anyhow - two great things... oh and a new application to the class. Interesting times....

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