Storm Rachel finally hit, the west coast worst of all. Howling winds, snow, ice, monsoon rain, power cuts, and flooded homes, all the usual outriders of Armageddon in a green wave. The pup doesn’t really do storms or, indeed, most bad weather. He hides under the sofa with my Galway GAA hurling shirt as a security blanket. I’d have gone in there with him if there was room.
But hey, I had a date. No wonder the elements were deranged. A rib broke in the devil. I tried to envision my own face when Emily told me she loved me. Christ, let me be humble and gracious, and let the b***h down easy.
I did neither
Humility
Grace
Nor
Niceness with any conviction. In fact, I usually seemed to be about to vomit. But she might cancel owing to the storm.
She didn’t.
Left a message on my phone
“Hey,
