LENNOX: “The night has been unruly. Where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down, and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i’ the air, as strange screams of death,
And prophesying with accents terrible
Of dire combustion and confused events,
New hatched to the woeful time. The obscure bird
Clamoured the livelong day. Some say the earth was fev’rous
And did shake.
MACBETH: Twas a rough night.”
(Macbeth Act II scenec 3)
Yes. I’m back at Olde dad’s for Christmas. Vassia said olde dad was eating a fruit and nut chocolate bar. He ate it but took out all the raisins and the nuts so that he was left with a small collection of nuts and raisins in his hand. He looked at them forlornly like Jack looking at his beans when he’d gone and sold the cow at beanstalk market. Olde dad looked at them and said, how do I reckon them up? Vassia asked him what he meant and he said, how do I know if I’m winning or losing? And Vassia said, it’s not a game, grandad, it’s a chocolate bar.
Last night olde dad was back to his tricks. He was down in the middle of the night with all the lights on. I was lying on the settee in the extension area at the back with my arm over my eyes. I said, dad, go back to bed. He is walking up and down at snail’s pace, his slippers making a regular schlipp-schlipp-schlipp sound on the wooden floor. He made me wait for an answer and then said, no. I got up and went upstairs to see if his bed was wet, whcih would explain why he didn’t want to go back into it, but it wasn’t. No, this was just the deregulation of his inner clock, as usual. Aye,Lennox, twas a rough night.