It's amazing how one simple thing can turn a bad day into a good one.
I had a rough night last night. No particular reason – it was just one of those tossing and turning nights that leaves me feeling more than a little jet-lagged in the morning.
The mood didn't exactly improve as the day progressed. To add to my jet-lag I also realised I have a crick in the neck which means that turning my head is somewhat painful.
I was out of baccy so Penny and I nipped down to the village. My usual shop was out of the stuff but that didn't worry me too much as there is another shop at the other end of the village for emergencies. However the mood by this stage was at around minus thirty and I was getting pretty pissed off.
As Penny and I made our way through the village I realised that there was some kind of cycling shit going on. There were swarms of the fuckers everywhere, weaving around the road, blocking all the footpaths and taking every available seat at the coffee shop. Mood was dangerously low at this stage, hovering as it was around the minus seventy mark.
I reached the other shop without strangling a single cyclist [which I think showed incredible self control] to discover they had only one pack of baccy left. Working on the logic that one was better than none, I bought it.
I made my way back through those fucking banana heads and their fucking bikes when a car pulled up beside me. My state of mind at this point was close to the red zone at minus ninety so I was in no mood for conversation and I just hoped it wasn't anyone I knew.
It was a couple of Mercan tourists looking for directions to Dublin.
It's years since I have been asked for directions from a tourist. I presume it was the recession but I began to fear that word of my expertise in giving directions was spreading. The sight of the two sad expectant faces staring at me through their car window raised my spirits no end. Summer was here! The recession is over! Mood went from minus ninety to plus ninety five in an instant.
I told them I was heading that way so they kindly gave me a lift to my lane whereupon I gave them very clear and careful directions up to the Bogs at the top of the mountains. If they couldn't find their way out of the village then the chances of their finding their way out of the maze of bog roads up in the heights of the mountains is zero. The views are nice though.
Isn't it wonderful that one simple little act can turn a day into a sunny delight?