W1B-015 London letters-2.txt
Saturday
Dear Jen, Thanks for your letter. It was a welcome event here in London! It's Saturday afternoon and the weather has changed for the better.

I hope you are OK? and that your mind is at rest about your lump. I understand its to your advantage that you fed all the babies yourself. Let's know, its indeed a real thing to worry about. So don't be too hard on yourself.

I 'm not a very exciting letter writer. I have to get into the 'flow' hence miles of verbiage.!

How's Jane Kelly? tell her I said hello. I 'm coming to the end of my book - I 've been reading it for nearly a year I will miss it when I 'm finished it. I hate finishing books, my routine changes.

I 've been cleaning the flat since I got back! But I have quite enjoyed it, strange as it may seem. I 'm also back at work in my office block, 5-7pm every evening. Unfortunately my left hand/working hand is very painful. I 'm afraid of losing the use of my hands!

I miss Wednesdays Fridays! However, for some reason you Dublin don't seem so far away any more! I don't feel so isolated as I did before last year! Since when is our perception of distance a state of mind! London is a stressful place, but I don't seem to have the awful fears any more! I immediately spot secure! Zap!

Fred is glad I 'm back, I think, he was feeling lonely depressed. Nora is coming around tomorrow, she now has the chest infection Fred has just recovered from it. I think its pollution people knocking half the street down with the resulting shite landing on us!

Angela is working away got us two tickets to a concert, where she works - a blues player band called Buddy Guy. She's fine seems more happy in herself, although she 'd ate the arse off you in the most mercurial way for the most unlikely bizarre reasons - like I can't describe! She's all right though we have a few laughs sometimes.

Ronan rings up the odd time seems ok. He says the new job is probably going to be a sweet-shop, but it might be good for him. Everything seems to be ok in Clonskeagh, so much for the "control factor/freak"!

I 've just woken up from a glass of wine induced snooze I can't drink any more either. I 'm glad you 're getting more friendly with Riona. I rather liked her too. Did she mention M&/air&/in Gallagher (how do you spell her name?)
Whats

the news with Timmy's school? I hope Rathmines fares out better. Its gas, fucking gas, I should say - schools everywhere, bursting with professional educators, bursting to educate a little young fellow in 'need' of a big, finds nought but a drought! Rathmines, Angela says, was very nice she much preferred it to everywhere else she went. It cost me a mild fortune to find that out! Are the lassies still not speaking? Its strange how the world sees our babies; mutually so, I might add, as adults. Thats

not a very good sentence. I hope you know what I mean do I have to add fear of illiteracy to my list (I ask myself fearfully) of fears!
Tommy has just finished his exams and is exhausted, has gone out to meet his friends and get drunk. Hes, fortunately, got a job for the summer, in Freds hospital on the computers. I 'm so glad, as he will be busy not too broke!

I think I will stop now as I need some tea, pause! xx

Hello there old friend! Its Monday morning I 'm preparing to face going into college on Thursday, to work in the final years show. The nerves; the nerves! I have done it before! I rang organized it! I 'm a practicing painter! -3 secure thoughts. Well thats that for the moment.

Nora came around yesterday she's ill we had such a nice time. Her her chaps are grating off each other at the moment. Following your advice I nod knowingly say nothing, just look encouraging. Since I haven't a clue anyhow, theres shag all else I can do anyhow. I 've kind of distanced myself from them in the sense of the total responsibility in favour of respecting not only their independence but also my own I don't feel guilt ridden! Hurray!

I hope Dans well and Marymount is not eating him alive, all jobs are alive hungry!

Give Abbey a kiss for me. I miss her stories - including the eponymus (nice word, what does it mean? Ask her is it spelt right?) slugs. My small dictionary (from 2 year school) has Epoch, Epode - "the third last part of an ode" then Equable! So I don't know.

> How are the little ones ears noses tonsils - all the little pink vulnerable parts we mind worry cure. Give my love to the girls.

I haven't finished my book. I walked back to Nottinghill with Nora and Fred last night had a cup of tea had a chat then walked back again - she had left her antibiotics on the chair, so her chap kindly cycled back, there, here then back there for them, with them. Oh tit-willow! Oh what grand deeds and earth-shattering life acts I envisiged when I looked up words in my incomplete dictionary. The imperfections reveal more truth and humour and life than anything else. What an earth-shattering discovery.

Well I will stop bolloxing on now go buy some milk for the Weetabix and tea. Letter writing is very thirst-inducing. I 'm afraid the word frugal doesn't apply to my writing, verbose the full palate maybe.

I will post this on my way back from the shop. So I hope all goes well for you today Jen.

Your loving friend Eileen xxx
