There I am in the paper #24?

Here’s my article in today’s Irish Examiner’s Feelgood. Like many here in Ireland I’m feeling a little thirsty!

Welcome to Good Friday. Forgive me if I am sounding a little raspy, but I’ve woken up with the most dreadful thirst. Don’t be a bit concerned as it’s a condition I suffer from this time of year every year, which thankfully lasts no more than twenty four hours. I usually do my best to keep the discomfort to myself, for at least a half an hour, but sometimes that just isn’t possible.

As I shuffle towards the kettle I can only nod and bravely croak a morning greeting to Himself and any gathered children. The mere thought of the day ahead has my tongue stuck to the roofphoto credit: David Boyle in DC via photopin cc of my mouth and my lips parched. Maybe the tea I’m off for Lent will help my thirst? I reach for a cup and as I do I see it sitting on the top shelf; my favourite, ‘it’s no loss if it’s broken’ wine glass. Seeing it is normally a reminder of Β the great joy and happiness that is Friday night. But not today. Today it’s an instrument of sin. This is an alcohol free day.

“It’s not as if I’m an alcoholic,” I said to Himself last week, as I poured myself a glass of wine mid week for no reason whatsoever. “It’s just so unfair that Good Friday is on a Friday. I’d have no thirst at all if it were on a Monday.”

Unfortunately Himself is a rather rare breed, never having discovered the joy a drink or two can bring, so he was less than sympathetic to my distress, leaving my whining conversation with a mumbled and rather uncaring, “I’m sure one day won’t kill you.”

Well of course it wont, but I confess I love alcohol and I don’t see why I’m not allowed to enjoy it, guilt free?

There is a time each year when a few weeks in advance of Good Friday I live in hope that this year might be different. I awake to headlines demanding a change in the law governing the ban on the sale of alcohol on Good Friday. I pretend the whole debate bores me, for fear anyone would misinterpret my interest as someone with a drink problem, but every chance I get I click the link on my phone with a headline about it.

‘Minister X said it is a ridiculous law’…Great what was his name, I might vote for him next time?

‘Ban is seriously damaging to tourism’…yes I couldn’t agree more, and tourism is so important to me.

‘No alcohol is killing our restaurant trade on Good Friday’…The poor restaurant trade, what a disgrace. I am outraged.

I champion every cause and hope that this is the year common sense prevails. For a time it looks like the reformers are winning, there is lots of support out there and the headlines keep coming. I begin to hope. But every year, without fail, approximately one week before Good Friday the dreaded announcement comes, and I paraphrase here,

“Yes we agree it is a rubbish law, but no we will not be amending it.”

Crushed, with a week to go I must prepare for dry Friday. I’m sure some will wonder why I bother, but I do so in order to prove to Mr ‘I don’t need alcohol’, that I don’t need it either.

Unfortunately, by the time the evening comes my symptoms of thirst have usually escalated. Even though I am as determined and resolved as ever to maintain my fast, for health and safety reasons in the past I have had little choice but to reach for my favourite glass and administer the cure after which I must suffer yer man’s ‘I told you so’ look. Β As I mumble…

‘A day without meat wouldn’t kill you either.’

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18 thoughts on “There I am in the paper #24?

  1. LOL – I’m reminded of Mark Twain’s comment, paraphrased, by moi, as thus, “Nothing needs reforming as much as OTHER people’s habits” – – LOL – I’m personally offended by folks who water their lawn that provides nothing other than pretty, fake, maincured view, mid-day, during high heat/evaporation times – They don’t understand why I’m okay with building in ground infrastructure recycling old tires – – I’m pretty militant about “Ya don’t drink while on duty at work”, but have no problem, whatsoever, being the gal that hauls 6 months supply out of the liquor store during a great sale and drive home with it and field the questions from neighbors concerned I have a problem, “Nope, I’m a tightwad,,,I got this, this and this I want to do and ain’t willing to give up my pacifier of choice – found a way via sale to take care of both….
    On the other hand, you did notice I didn’t engage in Black Friday madness, the day after Thanksgiving, right? Cuz, seriously….what did you need that stuff for?” – – LOL –

    Someday, we as a species will evolve to a new majority and I, as a writer, might just evolve to the level of Mark Twain, to write and make fun of us all – while making fun of myself, without going to the dark side of, “Ya know? I was willing to let your choice of pacifier I don’t agree with, slide, until you felt the need to call me on mine – thus – You Started It….” LOL – Still working on that side of my self-improvement – in face of criticism of being too sensitive,

    In the end, if I had a say, I do believe your liquor stores should be open on such holidays OR, you need a bigger pantry to stockpile for the holidays while stuff is on sale – – Just saying….LOL

    As always, enjoyed, heartily!!! πŸ™‚

    1. Hahaha. Good points TamrahJo. As it turned out I nearly made it. Got as far as 11.30pm and thought enough is enough so celebrated being so amazing by having a glass…or two. πŸ™‚

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