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Morte a Venezia

Posted on | July 30, 2007 | 2 Comments

Popped away for the weekend.  Quiet time of it as I was a complete crock of a man.  I’d somehow managed to pull a muscle in my neck which meant that anything other than staring straight ahead and slightly downwards caused complete agony.  This is not really what you want on a weekend away with your wife.  To add to this neck discomfort, because I had to hold my head in this position all the time, those muscles in my neck and shoulders that were not pulled began to ache and complain at the lack of movement.

I’d also contracted a head cold that bunged up the old sinuses and had me, more than once, wake up from dreaming that I was suffocating.  Waking with a start when you’ve a pulled muscle in your neck is not to be advised.

A number of other ailments, too personal to go into, means that my weekend away might better have been spent in a wicker bath-chair, my legs covered with a blanket, being followed by an orchestra playing a Mahler adagietto.

Still, it’s a break, isn’t it?

P.S.  It wasn’t anything as exotic as Venice.  I was in Wexford.


Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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