Scooters and Hooters

I am so frigging knackered! Two posts on the team still vacant, one on holiday = two people doing the work of five. Add to that Whitstable receptionist on holiday on Whitstable deadline = two people doing the work of six. On deadline day. With a boss who likes to take it out on the people who are in when others are off. The fact that she pissed me off majorly at lunchtime didn't help with the general air of stress and discontent. Also I think i might be coming down with something. Went to bed just after 10 last night (very early for me)... cue Hubby: 'Oh, I think I'll get an early night, too, go to bed when I'm not sleepy and proceed to keep my wife awake by talking at her for about an hour.' Jesus! It's a good job he's pretty.

Meant to frequent the gym after work, but just too knackered. Have my evil (yet rewarding) step class on Thurs, and if I have the energy I'll have a workout tomorrow.

The trousers of breakage broke again this morning, so I've got that to do tonight. Also, as pretty as this jumper is, I think it needs a vest under it. The neck's a bit gapey, and I've spent a lot of today accidentally showing people my bra.

On the way home, however, was cheered by the sight of a little boy and an even littler girl both whizzing down a hill on a scooter. The boy was steering it, with the little girl in front, and the look of exhilleration and glee on her face at the speed she was going was... just The Joys Of Childhood personified. Brilliant!

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I forgot to say about this mental, epic dream I had.

It began in a market, where an old aristocratic woman was selling her corsets. I was delighted to find that the pink, spangly one from her days as a Prima Ballerina fitted me perfectly. I purchased the garment, and the dream moved on to the house where I grew up. We were renting ut the living room to this African woman and her little girl. We knew that she was a witch and she was collecting these golden statues, but we thought it was for good. Then I found out she was actually in league with the Devil (or her little girl was at least) and she only had one more golden statue to find to turn the world to evil forever. I tried to call someone to help, but the woman sensed it and made the phone cut out. Then as I was trying to walk to the shops an FBI agent came up to me and said that he knew what was going on and I had to tell him everything I knew about the witch. I said OK, but we'd need him to protect us from her. He said he could move us to a new town anonymously and we could start a new life. I went to see this new house, which was lovely and big (might have been the Nicely Haunted Bungalow - it was all on one level) It only had 3 bedrooms, which troubled me because the family that would have to move were me, hubby, sis, mum and dad (still very much alive and well, but still not talking to Mum, which I remember thinking was going to be a problem). It was nice, though, and I met the rest of the family in the new town that night and they all liked it. I think we went to dinner. The town was like London, but much smaller... I think it had Peterborough's High St! Then we had to go back to the old house and pack without the Witch noticing. The witch and her girl had amused themselves by putting up the Christmas Decorations, several months too early. She did something to Mum that made her try to slit her wrists in the bathroom, but we saved her and she was OK.

Throughout the whole of this dream, I was completely bald, but wearing a lovely wig which I would whip off from time to time to startle people.

Mad!