Leggings - the Cake & other Stories...
Leggings - the Cake & other Stories...
friday morning - met strange friendly frozen fruity drinkers in cafe... Mr. Lee's discussion re early/late time travelors came true. Not sure if Immigration was intended or warning given - helpful lot ordered by man in charge to 'Stay together!" Everything was done backwards... (more on the incident later in book).
I'm considering dental insurance.... the NHS doesn't cover the poor very well anymore. Perhaps old fashioned dentures - then I wouldn't have to worry about teeth... I can find a mug to soak them in.... and I won't ever get married again... :)
I was fast asleep Saturday morning, around 5 am, when suddenly I was disturbed by the dreams growing real, and so I woke up. It was disorientating!
I had been washing my paws... sat on the mat, in a lovely warm cave when this chimpanzee had wandered in, and gone for a swing on the chandelier.
I put up with the creature. I had eaten, anyway. Two burly women came in carrying a cake. It was a large decorated celebration cake. Beautifully done!
I sniffed. It didn't smell right. Grandfather had taught me about poisens by making me take small amounts of each kind. I was always ill. He said it builds up resistance to them. I wonder if it does...
One of the women addressed the Chimp, "Hey Warty!" she shouted. Bit loud! I thought. I mean we all know what she's got develops, and then she'll need barrier nursing yet... we can be more humane about it. The woman tossed her untidy short hair back, and snorted, "Make sure she gets a piece, its to be one piece each, so you all can be sure of getting back at the same time..."
The other woman laughed, "And we've another for the old folks up the road! There will be no more trouble from that lot either!"
I half snarled. It was no longer quiet, and the Chimp kept on swinging merrily away.
The Chimp said, "Well there you are then. A piece each!"
I shook my head, "No, I'm not one for cakes!"
"It's not poisenous! A politician bought it for us," the Chimp said, "I just don't like it though!"
"Pee on it then!" I said contemptously, and got up and walked away through the cave opening. I couldn't sleep at all now.
I could hear her letting go behind me, and she kept on swinging. I moved faster. The trouble between dreams and reality is that when you wake up, you let go of the other. Only I could still hear her loudly letting go!
Voices sounded. I was awake. It was two women, complaining, "Stop it! You're ruining the cake! What's wrong with you?"
The Chimp started to cry. "I don't know," she wailed,"I can't help it. She told me to do it!"
"You shouldn't do what she says!" yelled the burliest woman crossly, "That took me ages to decorate properly."
"We'll all be dead." wailed the Chimp even more sadly. "We'd all be finished!
It's only because she wants to be the PM., and she's scared she knows who she is... where she comes from..."
I listened to the row continuing. It was sad. I shouldn't have told her to do it.
However if it was poisenious it was the right thing to pee on.
I knew who she was talking of, I think. A relation of the large toothed woman.
Later back, perhaps a dictator or two. However diluted, I wonder what will out...
Good or bad? Or more wills stolen? British or European? Where do loyalties lie? I'm on the side with this one. Perhaps the poor can be sent out... to other parts... if it all goes bad!
Later I was making tortioses for the charity - tortiose trust... and the Radio host who is of course telepathic or under the hand of the Dreadfuls.... wonder what they got up too? Is he paid, or blackmailed? Started on someone.... who I wonder?
He announced he couldn't talk about things for a bit, because someone was listening to classic fm. then that they were going out to catch the bus soon and he would then allow it. I nodded. It was time to go get my cola. Vanila cola. Very nice! 90p for 2.
A airy thing screamed down. Voices shouted. A man, loud, demanding, angry.
A woman, young, upset. He said, "As soon as she goes out, we'll be in to get it done!"
Poor Chimp! They were coming in. She really does need barrier nursing! She should be taken out behind a screen to enjoy the jazz festival. The singing is really good! I felt my tail swish. Its sooo hot. Excuse me, I gotta rest.
Apparently the alternative blog to this one, is really hot... so choose which one you read, and please leave me the link to it, if you have it. I'd like to check that she doesn't use my material.