Mr. Mulligan's Drain Pipe: Uncle Thad's Dream

Thad wakes with a thud. he unravels the duvet and climbs back onto the bed. Gradmo knocks on the door inquisitively, "‘Thad…Thad….are you alright in there?’

-I’m fine Mam…wha…I’m grand, I’ll be down in five minutes.

-Ok love, I’ll see you below so.

-Oh…ok mam.

Phone beeps, message looms.

“We’ve got Borley Rectory for July!!! oh and Trev is still working on the Boleskine folks for somewhere in late summer or early autumn, are you ready for Leap Castle Thursday? That is a two day shoot but may run into Saturday also…they’ve been most kind really. Piper has come down with that awful cold that’s going around too so you may be doing the show without her, but we’ll manage either way..ta-ta”

Thad enters the en suite showing fierce pity to his poor old eye sockets that almost refuse to talk to the mirror. Black with exhaustion of spirits liquid and etheric. He opens the second message.

"Ratings are up old boy and channel 4 have signed up for another two seasons, how’s my star?”

Thad fingers the screen with an impish glow forming a smile from out of his whiskey glower.

“Go on ya bollix, ha. Good, go on so. I’ll ring you in awhile."

A dream? A nightmare? What do they all mean…really? On it goes.