Friends

The non-appearance of posts on my bog has been occasioned by a rather serious illness which necessitated a three-week stay in the far from luxurious Cavan hospital. In spite of my travails, I was rendered speechless by the amount of goodwill and good wishes I received, wishing me a speedy recovery.

 However there are some in Cavan who are so morally depraved that not even the knowledge of my illness made them change their idiotic hatred of me. Their stance is all the more surprising as they were once very good friends, I didn’t have any blazing row with them, nor did I “do the dirty” on them. I certainly did not spread vile rumours above them.

When one of these people heard that I had been in hospital she did not respond by attempting to contact me or send me wishes, however indirectly. Instead she made some comment which I suppose was aimed at rationalising my position. It was something like that I had no one else to blame for my troubles but myself as I had bitten the hand that had fed me. This might have upset me. The idea that someone who holds a doctorate, has written nine books and knows over a dozen languages should have to be dependant on handouts from those whose greatest cultural attribute us guessing correctly in the “Spot the Ball” competition, might have made my blood boil. Instead the banal statement reminded me of one of the Two Ronnies’ News Items with which they wrapped up their show.

“There is shattering news tonight from Hounslow where earlier today a tax inspector was savaged by an Alsatian. However, following injections and extensive tests the dog has been allowed home.”