Diary Thursday 17th March 2016 St Patricks Day

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Though I have Irish blood in my veins and probably a lot of Guinness too, I’m not actually going out drinking for St Patrick’s Day as I am rather broke at present. A friend phoned me last night to ask how my Mum was and I mentioned that I’d updated her on my mum’s heart-attack health crisis by text a few days ago, but when she checked the text hadn’t arrived. She texted me back this morning to say the text sent by me had just arrived over 48 hours after I sent it, very strange. My mum is still quite stable a week after her heart-attack though vey cantankerous. She greeted me immediately with further aggressive comments about the microwave oven breaking yesterday, associating me being the last one to use it with the one who broke it. I just stayed out of her way as much as I could all day. She had company from a few old friends who came to visit and that lightened her mood a lot. I got the go-ahead to perform one of my burlesque themed poems at a burlesque society meeting on Sunday which should be fun. It’ll be my first real break from the tensions of my mum’s illness over the last week. Arthur Chappell