I don't want to be the Fairy.

Went for a walk along the beach with Alice who used to be Frank and sure enough there's Mr Parkinson shuffling towards us with his dog Velou. Please don't mention the panic attack, I think.
"So....not on your bike then?" Meanwhile his subconcious has poked his brain and he's looking at Alice warily. Alice is wearing one of her more subtle outfits so Mr Parkinson isn't sure whether Alice is indeed an Alice or a Frank.
"You must have had a real fright then. Not cycling every day like before."
"Yes, thank you. I'm fine."
"All laid down on the wall like that. We thought you'd died."
"Yes, I know, thank you."
"Right then."
"Yes, happy new year, bye."

Going to the braincloud classes did not help at all. In fact they probably doubled my awareness of panic attacks so now everytime I go out, I think...oh, shut up. Maybe I should try acupuncture...?

The New Loo

You need to click the picture to enlarge...and you need to do this to see the instructions for the new loo.

I honestly had no idea that tap dancing on the loo seat is not allowed...and why can't you put nitric acid in it? But what really has me puzzled...is...what is the feather for? Suggestions anybody?

Chaos still reigning. They have delivered the wrong floor tiles. I am washing in a bucket and eating bacon sandwiches. Just like being back in the brownies but without the smirking "Look, I've got my new sewing badge" buddies.

I was never destined to be in a group but tomorrow I am going to a braincloud meeting. If I don't implode I should at least get some comic strip material for Maureen.