At the weekend, Nora and I successfully made pizzas. It was good fun. She then proceeded to steadfastly refuse to eat even the smallest chunk (regardless of the fact that she'd been eating all the bits separately downstairs in the kitchen) but nevertheless, it filled a morning nicely. The mozarella I used came in slices (like blankets, to lay over the peppers and tomatoes, y'see). This may have something to do with the zombie dream I had last night in which not only had I travelled to an unnamed European city, which seemed very nice, but was being gradually surrounded by things which were not the usual mindless killers, but only slighhtly lumbering versions of the people I was hanging around with (including, weirdly, Tom Binns). So it transpired that the only way to kill these things was to use a gun which used a square piece of processed cheese to either shoot them through the neck (not as fast a death) or the forehead - both obviously a horizontal kill strategy. I woke as I was fumblingly trying to reload from my skant cheese ammunition availability, whilst one of the said zombies was making it's way toward me, laughing, Would i overcome the fact that one piece had shredded, and the gun was becoming slightly too cheese schlidged to fire properly? We will never know, given that I woke up.
Better stock up on the old processed slices though. looks like a storm is coming.
The night before gthat I dreamed that I had died. Some people could see me, and some people couldn't. The non-seers gradually became more prevalent. I woke up suddenly as McK opened the bedroom door and I nearly said to him, in that weird way with dreams sometimes, "Can you see me?".
Must have been something to do with leaving work and being somewhat disappointed* by the general lack of interest in my going for 6 months.
(*Uhuh. Cough. Understatement.)
Posted by cait at March 9, 2006 11:35 AM