Kitchen blues

Aug 31st, 2014 | By | Category: Ireland

Of course, it was a nonsense to feel hurt. What cause was there to feel hurt? It was nothing to do with me and the person it might have hurt had long since moved on to higher things. Yet there remained a niggling pain, a sense that an injustice had been done, that a man much beloved had been the subject of, if not laughter, then comment that was not entirely complimentary.

What of it though? Even if people had been downright rude about the man, it would not have …