Photo of original art by Little Fink.
I've decided to start blogging again. My colleague, Ruby, suggested it. ('Ruby' because she is a 'gem').
I've been having some interesting dreams lately. The other morning I woke up, Mr Fink asked if I needed the to go for a wee before he went for a shower. I said, yes I do... I just dreamt I had a wee in a frying pan. My dad wasn't too pleased, his fried eggs were in it at the time.
Yesterday morning I dreamed that I'd been a successful assassin, hunted for many years by all the police agencies. One day I was relaxing outside with my relatives when a SWAT team descended on us. 2 black clad SAS types swooped on me, one knelt on me, the other raised his first ready to punch me hard in the face if I should move a muscle.
The kneeling soldier asked me if I was the assassin. I saw no reason to lie. 'yes, it's me, I admit everything Sir.'
He seemed happy and said, 'keep up that attitude and we'll get along fine. Is there anything you want before we take you away?"
"Yes, sanitary towels, and lots of them."
As the soldiers ran off to find supplies. I legged it!
The last thing I saw as I looked back was my cousin Ched standing with her arms outstretched looking bemused as if to say, 'what the hell just happened?'
