The last word…
As well as ‘She who dares, wins’, another of my favourite phrases is ‘Live each day like it’s your last’.
I just want to say that it is IMPOSSIBLE to live each day as if it’s your last in this country. Instead, I WISH everyday was my last!!!
Ok, I must go home now.
Stay tuned for more morbidness!
My Latest Obsession
Over the last few weeks, I have noticed more and more people with West Highland Terriers. You know the ones – they’re cute, white, fluffy and now I come to think of it, they look very much like lambs. Perhaps this is why I’m drawn to them…
Anyway, I’ve been hearing and reading a lot of good press about this particular breed and now I think it’s fair to say that I’m ever so slightly obsessed.
I saw a girl walking one down the street yesterday evening. I was jealous. I saw a guy walking two of them down by the river last weekend. I was jealous. I saw one on TV the other night. I was jealous. I NEED to get a Westie! They’re gooooooorgeous!
‘Ode to the Westie’ by Rebelette
Fetch! Little Westie,
Go bring me thy stick
Frolic and yap
But please make it quick
As I long to hug you
And snuggle at home
With you on the sofa
When I’m all alone
As white as the snow
As cute as a button
Dressed as lamb
And not as mutton
My Westie and I
Are THE best companions
I even love you more
Than good ol’ Dogtanian
Recommended track: ‘Doghouse Blues’ by Seasick Steve.
Spooked.
This morning, I was in a meeting and after we got the boring stuff out of the way, we decided to discuss our paranormal experiences. I totally believe in ghosts and so do my colleagues. So much so, we have decided to prepare a ouija board for the next meeting, in order to summon any spirits in the office and ask them if they have any ideas for our next website update because we’re running out of them. Genius!
And now for the scary part:
Ok, it’s 1999, I’m about 16 years old and I have this horrible toothache. I’m in agony and that day, my college tutors even let me go home early as I look really unwell. I go to bed around 10pm then wake up at about 3am the next day, my tooth throbbing furiously and one whole side of my face totally numb with pain. I sit up, turn the light on, take 2 paracetamol tablets, turn the light off and get back under the covers. A few minutes later, I’m crying my eyes out. The pain is getting worse. But I just lie there in the dark, hoping it will ease. All of a sudden, I feel a hand on my leg, like someone trying to comfort me. I think ‘what the f@*k! – my bedroom door is locked from the inside. There’s no one in here but me’. So I turn the light on, shoot out of bed, run down the stairs to my sister’s room and she kindly lets me sleep in her bed for the night. We’re both terrified now. What the hell happened up there in my attic room? I try to close my eyes and get some sleep. My sister tells me to stop shaking. I’m not shaking. She says the whole bed is shaking. I’d always felt a presence in that house but nothing had ever happened. Not until now. For some reason, I couldn’t help thinking that what was in my room had been a child, young girl trying to calm me down while my tooth continued to torture me. It turns out a girl had died there about 60 years ago…
Recommended track: ‘These Are The Ghosts’ by The Bees.
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