The June Blues

I’m sure that everyone in the world has heard of the January blues, but in Mullingar we have the June blues.  Every year without fail we look forward to a nice long, global warming helped thing that we call “summer”.  A mythical concept around here but it really did happen once or twice in the past, we’re told.

But what we get the vast majority of years is something completely different.  It’s like the apocalyptic world portrayed in the Matrix where the sun has been permanently blocked by heavy cloud cover.  But even there, it wasn’t raining all the time!

This naturally leads to depression from the June gloom as we call it.  The only cure is to leave Mullingar and go anywhere else.  It’s the foreigners I feel sorry for; they must wonder where things went so wrong.

It is now the 15th of June.  The most exciting thing about today is that there was briefly sunlight for like a whole five minutes.  The excitement was somewhat tempered when someone from Costa del Roscommon told me they have had lovely weather all week, only an hours drive away.  That was what I really needed to hear..

The Mullingar weather station is the coldest in the country, I checked.  The best way to survive in a place like this is to learn to enjoy other peoples’ misey.

This is almost certainly my last post before my fortieth.  As you all know in the social media age, it’s all about projecting the right image.  So for the next few days, I’m going to be busy setting up fake facebook accounts so I can send myself hundreds of happy birthday messages.  Remember these days, it’s all about quantity.

Then there’s the “party” that I need to document, which was always going to cause problems but I have a plan.  There’s now a place in Dublin to do “fake” parties for social media.  You have a few beverages beforehand so that you look appropriately jarred, head into this place where strangers take photos with you.  It really is a beautiful world.

Till next time..  Mullingar I love you really (or at least I stayed).