The Irish Tales

Later on the morning of March 11th.


Present : The Head Physician, April, December, Tuesday, Chronobitch nurses.


Venue : The Neuro-Chronological Institute




"You can go now," I said curtly to the various Chronobitch nurses who stood whispering to each other in a huddle by the window.

They looked a little affronted, until the Head Physician nodded to them, after which they bowed their heads and scurried ...

Expedition : Dawn, 11th March


Present : December, April, Tuesday.


Venue : The Pond




The path to the Pond is a grim place at the best of times. With a massive hangover and only an hour's sleep, it is truly awful.

Having said that, April seemed suspiciously cheerful, whilst Tuesday was her usual capable, self-contained self.

She had arrived at dawn, as promised and woke me from a drunken doze with ...

Hiatus.


April finally fell asleep about 3am, smashing a valuable 16th century balloon glass as he did so.
I made him comfortable and covered him with a shroud stolen from Gethsemane, an act which caused my lips to twitch with barely suppressed humour.

Tuesday swept up the shards with a broom, just like any good wife would do and I was about to make just such an observation when the full import of my thinking struck me dumb.

What the hell was ...

In Camera meeting; 10th March, late evening.


Present : December, April, Tuesday.


Venue : December's apartments




I watched, mildly amused, as April rummaged through the humidor until he found my finest Cohibas, (which were given to me by Castro himself) then selected an even finer Napoleonic brandy and poured himself a very large one into my very largest balloon glass.
There was a bowl of shelled plovers eggs on ...

Ad Hoc meeting : March 10th


Present : The Months, The Yearling, the Chief Chronodog.


Absent : The Calendarist, March.


Chairman : The Eldest Month


I was the last to arrive and I was in no mood to be trifled with by anybody.
Which is why I walked straight up to The Yearling and punched him in the face as hard as I could.
He went down like a whore at a stag night and took no further part ...