Patrick f**kin Kavanagh

A snapshot of last nights conversation with the kid. She has english, chemisty and Religion today. One wonders is it possible to fail at Religion. Anyways, she hates, HATES Patrick Kavanagh. She's not a fan of Emily Bishop either. In fact , she wanted to study Slyvia Plath. So, you can see why these other poets aren't going down too well. To be honet I wasn't a fan of Patrick Kavanagh either. His flipping Stony Grey Soil of Monaghan is still in my head, hardly a classic romantic poem you can use to quote to a loved on.

O stony grey soil of Monaghan
The laugh from my love you thieved;
You took the the gay child of my passion
And gave me your clod-conceived.

I mean, not love inspiring stuff. Scary that, em, a few years after the Leaving Cert I still remember it. Our english teacher was a slavedriver. She was an excellent teacher, though. You wanted to learn everyhing to impress her. Mammy2 had the join of revising english with her. Some of the questions abou poets:
"Who was WB Yeats"
"Em, he was a poet. His brother was an artist who painted lots of stuff?" That's the extent of her knowledge of WB. I hope he doesn't come up today.

Macbeth was great fun. I had to stop taking the piss and went back to frowning. Every time they mentioned a quote, I made some joke. More glares followed, I shut up. Really, no sense of humour. I am on the road to recovery and there'll be no looking back after this. I can't wait until I am back to full health, I shall be bouncing around the place. New and improved Mammy1. Mammy2 is over the worst of her sickness and then along came the depression. I think it hides in the wardrobe or something. Honestly. I mean usually we can tell when its on its way, but this time, it was like, one minute she was fine, the next not. She managed to get up though. I felt like such baddie trying to wake her. When she has one of these episodes all she wants to do is sleep but I knew it would only make things worse. So I made her breakfast and gave her loads of hugs and she seems okay. If she gets loads of sleep tonight and tomorrow, she might be okay. Hopefully. Depression is an evil thing.


I watched so much telly this weekend, well DVD's more so then telly. I watched Popular, But I'm A Cheerleader. Then the GAA was on Sunday so we watched that for most of the day. Easy know I was not well. I think its the longest period of time I've spent on the couch. Ever. Its enough to do me the rest of the year.