Rantings

Had an awful dream. I've been feeling a bit wiped with this chesty cough thing and after getting up at 6am to take himself to work (no metro till 10am today), I promptly came home and went to bed. Just woke up now (!!) and this dream I had was indeed disturbing.

I dreamed I lived in an upstairs flat, and that there were strange statanic rituals being carried out downstairs. My cousin's daughter had started living with us and decorating my bedroom in bright yellow with black writing on the walls, and there were vampires nesting in the wall cavity. You could tell which walls they were in because the wallpaper had gone all wet and rubbery and was peeling. The vampires hatched out of eggs (look, it was MY dream, ok?) and then continued to lie on the ground as naked white corpses till grown to maturity, then would just get up and started coming after you with no warning.

I had a feeling it was all connected to the satanic rites downstairs and decided to run away. A little way down the road I bumped into the county sheriff (a sure sign I've been watching too many movies - I'm in England - no sheriffs!) who wanted to go fishing with me, despite the fact I had vampires hot on my tail.

Glad I woke up but I'm feeling a bit shaken and still got that dreamy feeling about me. I think something to eat and drink will help, and some solid housework to keep me grounded.

I haven't been employed by anybody in about 13 years, some of the time due to illness, and some of the time because I was self-employed working with my hubby.

After I was widowed in 2009, I was left with no livelihood, the banks froze the business bank accounts and wouldn't even release enough to pay for the funeral (thank goodness for parents, they're the best!) until probate was granted, and I was 40 when Ian died, so I was too young to qualify for widows benefit, so I had to sell the shop to pay off the debts I had inherited. I was in a bit of a financial state, to say the least.

However, after investing some of the money that I was eventually left with and using some to do stuff to the house that was looong overdue, I have been living off the remainder whilst searching for work. It's taken a long time but I finally got as far as an interview this morning, and by this afternoon I had a job!!

Not bad for someone who's a bit rusty and hasn't had an interview since 1988, what?

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From News Biscuit:

While most people are enjoying the current warm weather, climatologists said yesterday that a long hot summer could spell doom for one of Britain’s most unusual monochrome inhabitants, the Goth.

‘Goths are shy, retiring creatures that thrive best in gloomy autumnal weather,’ said Dr James Barnett of the University of Warwick. ‘Drought conditions aren’t an issue since they rarely wash, but they are poorly equipped to deal with high temperatures as they can’t take off their black jeans and duffel coats. Many also suffer with restricted vision as the heat causes their sweaty, greasy hair to form a lank immovable curtain they can’t see beyond.’

Britain’s Goth population, identifiable by its distinctive eye markings, peaked at around 90,000 in the 1970s, but since then has been driven out of urban habitats by more aggressive, faster-breeding species like Chavs. While some Goths are expected to hibernate until the weather gives everyone less to be cheerful about, there are fears that some could spontaneously combust in the summer sun leaving behind only a pair of smoking 18-hole Dr Martens.

Conservationists have now established a sanctuary in Whitby Abbey and are seeking to lure distressed Goths there by means of artificial darkness, playing Southern Death Cult records around the clock and a Tim Burton retrospective at the local Odeon.

But some believe the project is doomed to failure. ‘This is how evolution works, sadly,’ said Dr Richard Dawkins. ‘A species that cannot adapt to change and shows more interest in self-harming than in breeding is bound to die out. I keep telling people but no one seems to get it. Why doesn’t anyone understand me?’ he screamed, tearfully storming upstairs to play Bauhaus records and write poetry in his room.

I want them all! Seriously. I love these coloured contact lenses you can get, and I am now offering them in my online shop! Woo hoo! There are loads of other things to list in my shop, but I wanted to get these lenses on quick because I think they're cool and might just prove to be good sellers. :-)

I might just have to treat myself to some 3 tone aqua ones. They're lovely.



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