An evening at "Home"

Spent the next day in bed writing and then went to the post office after having not gone for two weeks. I got a huge card from an admirer in Israel plus a very heavy box. It contained toiletries in a basket with ribbons, Mozart chocolates, other chocolates, caramelized nuts and a bottle of Israeli "Simcha" wine. I was in shock. Although it is not what I would have picked for myself, the weight alone must have made the postage very expensive. I ploughed through the chocolates and used the bath stuff too.
We have an Irish girl called "Mary" staying in our room for a week while Ross, the other one, is away in Scotland. One night a pleasant enough guy who we knew came around and stayed too long, out staying is welcome. In the course of the evening he was systematically insulted by all three of us. I asked him if he spoke German, he said, why, I said, cos' I wanted to know if I said something to Paz in Afrikaans whether he would understand. Then Paz bluntly told him it was her bedtime and he had to leave. He didn't leave then Ross out of the blue said "You're a sarcastic git aren't ya". I couldn't believe my ears. "Why?" he asked. "Ya just are" she replied. I whispered to Ross, please say you didn't mean that. No, he said, she's Scottish, Scots always mean what they say. "Yes they do" she chirped in. Well he left in about 2 minutes, totally red faced. I shat on her and she said he had been winding us up all evening. Choosing not to get into details, I just ignored it, but couldn't get over the rudeness. The guy seemed very sensitive and I will apologize the next time I see him - if he doesn' t jump off a building first.