Another very busy week, hence my absence.
Did anybody notice?
Anyhows one of those bits of business was a trip to the village. Actually there were two trips to the village but that’s beside the point. On the trip in question, I called into the coffee shop. A bloke I had never seen before called out a loud “Howya Penny!” or words to that effect.
Now there is no point in mentioning said bloke’s name as none, if any of you will have heard of him. He is, apparently, an avid reader of this here site for several years though he has never commented in the past [unless he used a pseudonym which I suppose is possible?].
Now this brings to the fore one of the very strange phenomena of scribbling, where people read words on a screen but rarely if ever meet. I have only met a small handful of fellow scribblers but am familiar with many. Over time you get to know the person behind the keyboard but they still remain ephemeral spirits floating in the cyberworld. So here is this bloke who knows a hell of a lot about me but I knew very little about him, apart from a brief [electronic] introduction from Dick Puddlecote and a video from Simon Clark.
So we sat in the sun enjoying our coffees while I puffed my pipe and Penny went to sleep, like two old friends, except it was a strange case of an old friendship and a new one. Weird but very pleasant.
In the meantime, my business continues.
I have an appointment in the Beacon Clinic up in Dublin and I’m already late.
I know for a fact that I am going to get lost on the place, It’s inevitable.
So if any of you are in the Beacon Hotel/Apartments/Clinic/Hospital this afternoon/evening/night and you see an auld fella with a beard looking somewhat bewildered, can you show me the way out?
Update: I’m home again [but a bit knackered]. I came up with the obvious solution to the Beacon Maze. I am surprised no one had the intelligence to suggest it? I knew the way to the rooms I was aiming for so I simply walked in backwards, thereby memorising my
escape exit route.
It’s called lateral thinking.