Carlos admitted to being fed up with his own company.
The covid-related restrictions are weighing heavily on him. He confessed not having anything to look forward to. No trip to Brazil to see his family. No weekend escapades to see plays in London. He really really really misses his theatre trips to the west end.
So I asked him over for dinner in the Dun Laoghaire end. There was drama aplenty. And raised voices. Several. Simultaneously. All competing for an audience. There was noise and agitation.
I have a feeling that the silence of his apartment will feel that little bit less oppressing tonight.
You're welcome my friend.