Twin dreams

I had the most awful dream last night. The plague was rife in England again and my moomin had it, but somehow I didn’t. Not even the plague would stop me snuggling up with her so that’s what we were doing, lying in bed having a good old snuggle. Then a man in white hooded overalls and a gas mask comes into my room to take moomin and I ask him if I can go with her. He knows that I am plague free and tells me that moo is going to be incinerated (she isn’t even dead!). I tell him that I am aware of that fact but I still want to go. He realises why and lets me into moomin’s body bag and puts us on the back of the truck.

That was the end of my dream. I woke up feeling… not right, but I gave moomin a big squeeze and a kiss. I came downstairs and checked my emails only to find one from my twin sister. She had had a dream that me and moomin had moved to Reading without telling her. This dream was so real to her that she woke up having a panic attack!

Isn’t it weird that we both had equally disturbing dreams on the same night?

It was an act of god you know.

My pharmacy needs an award.

I’ve been there for just over 2 years and in that time we’ve been open through fire, flood and drought. Today we had no electricity thanks to the butchers down the road, and we were still open. My poor boss had to write all the labels for the prescriptions by hand like it was in the old days! The man who lives in the flat above the shop next door lent us a camping stove to make coffee on and I had to go to the loo in the pitch black darkness.

At about 3.15 there was a mass of beeping as the power surged through the cables again. Lights were switched on and we blinked in the brightness of it all. If the owner of the pharmacy was ever worried about the place he really shouldn’t be. Us girls can cope and work through anything :)

What goes up, must come down… and then go back up again.

I have another one of those weird weeks, they seem to be happening a lot recently, I’m not sure I can cope with them!

I woke up on Saturday, looking forward to the pirate party that I was going to that evening. I did my normal coffee and internet thing that I do in the morning. Facebook, Myspace, WordPress, bank, lottery. Everything was normal until I got to the lottery website. The balance said £0.00 but I had an alert. I clicked on it expecting it to tell me my tickets had run out, but no. It told me I had won £805!!!! I kind of believe in Karma and to me this was the good following the bad (the burglary) but then some bad had to happen, which it did that night.

The pirate party was fantastic, everyone dressed up wonderfully and we actually managed to go down the canal on the boat. The bands were on top form and the drink flowed, this was my problem. I got so drunk that I can’t remember going home, and I was in charge of Maisie. Never in my whole life have I felt sooooo disgusted with myself. Maisie said it was horrible to see and I remember when I was a kid seeing my mum drunk and it was indeed hideous. Maisie has forgiven me but it’s going to take a very long time for me to forgive myself. She gives me huge hugs and kisses and tells me it’s ok, but it’s not really, is it?

This was the bad to counteract the previous good, so therefore there must be some good to counteract this bad. This came yesterday in the form of my work mate handing in her notice which means I now have a full time job in a place I really like working in. I am really happy at the moment, but there is still a little man in my head with a big black cloud telling me never to drink again while I’m in charge of Maisie… and I won’t.

What happened there then?

I have just been watching Richard and Judy and included on the guest list were Lembit Opik and his ‘Cheeky Girls’ girlfriend. This was a strange sight in itself. But then Lembit got out his harmonica and started playing the blues, at which point Richard decided to show us all his blues singing skills. My sister and I were left open mouthed, especially as Richard improvised the song and was singing about Judy waking up in some kind of mood. You can imagine how this was greeted by Miss Finnigan. Then Lembit had to prove that he could tell the difference between the Cheeky Girls, the final test was to see a picture of the bottom of one of them and he got it wrong. Lembit then asked if Richard would recognise Judy’s bottom (fully clothed I hasten to add, phew!) Richard said no. Judy said she would recognise Richard’s, so I can see this being a part of the show in the next few days. Am I full of anticipation, or is it just the dodgy water I may have been drinking recently?

Talking of which, there have been reports of kids weeing in the bowsers put out for us all and the one over the road from me was stabbed last night! I can’t believe how selfish and stupid some people can be. Apparently the Chief Constable of Gloucestershire has said there is to be a zero tolerance approach to these imbeciles. At work our addicts are having to forgo their luxury of a cup of water with their methadone and they are having to drink it straight from the bottle. We are running out of baby wipes and anti-bacterial hand gel is being kept behind the counter and given out one per person. The dry shampoo comes in tomorrow! We are due to be in this position for about another week and a half, I have put some buckets out in the garden as it is due to rain (again) tonight and tomorrow. As my sister said, when the water comes back on the national grid will get a shock. Showers and washing machines will be in full use! I can’t wait!