OMG!!!! As I am stuck in the house with three people, only one of whom can read, and she isn’t into anything more challenging than Clarice Bean, I have got to get this out of my system before I explode with excitement. Someone reading has got to appreciate this.
I deliberately chose to stay in Kilkenny a week longer than my husband this year so that I could be there for at least some of Kilkenny Arts Festival, in the hope that some literary stars might turn up for me to drool over. For once, my gamble paid off. I’ve just bought a ticket to attend an event with none other than the woman herself, the star supreme, Anne Enright (with Patrick McGrath). As if that isn't enough literary titillation for one week, I also bought two tickets to see Sebastian Barry; he’s appearing on a Friday night so I figure I might find someone, maybe my mother, to come with me (not that I don't have other friends, of course). I’ll lure her with a promise of great people-watching opportunities - she's a Maeve Binchey fan, nuff said - and a chance to dress up. To top it all off, I’ve got theatre tickets for Snow White and a Canadian circus for the girls, who will be thrilled, making it excellent bribery bait throughout our holiday.
Please, please, don't let me get shingles!!!!! (see previous post if you're wondering what the hell that means).