Life is riddled with a procession of minor impediments

[Paul faplad Finch]

How does the gunship get inside the burning house?

[Mike Gloady]

It tends to blow the roof off and bits of wall, causing the fire.  I'll be having a lovely dream with all my mates and family, living and dead, having a great time.  And then BANG the bloody roof comes off and it's death after horrible death.

[wild-seven]

I hate stuff like that.  I'm sure the semi-regular night-time hellicopter circling that certain chav neighbours of MINE (the ones from Hallowe'en, attentive Gloady-ites) seem to attract is behind my recent bout of nightmares where I'm chased by a helicopter gunship through a burning house watching all my friends and family be burnt to death and shot into bloody chunks.

Not sure why I shared that.  Apart from sharing that nasty little nightmare with you in the hope it'll spread and be less likely to spend it's evenings at MY house.

I don't like that - no more late night cheese sandwiches for you X

[Mike Gloady]

Do you see?

DO YOU SEE WHAT'S HAPPENED NOW?

In trouble for snacking now.  *kicks petulantly at carpet* 'snot fair.

[wild-seven]

I can't CONTROL you, I don't want to change you - you're your own person. DO YOU SEE?

[House of Usher]

Not sure why I shared that.  Apart from sharing that nasty little nightmare with you in the hope it'll spread and be less likely to spend it's evenings at MY house.

One of my English GCSE students, who is from Brazil, wrote an essay in which she imparts this top tip: if she has a nightmare she turns the pillow over so the bad dream stays on the other side of the pillow and she won't have the same dream again.

Isn't that sweet? 

[locustsofdeath!]

That is sweet. Incredibly sweet.

Refreshing to hear something so innocent. I'm smiling.

[Proudhuff]

had to buy rat pizen

[Mike Gloady]

A nightmare last night and NOW my IBS is playing up something chronic.  BAH! 

[Peter Wolf]

I have got some patches of plaster to paint on the outside walls in the yard because there is a small window of dry weather [for once] so of course just as i want to do this the weird Twats who have moved out have come back to collect some stuff from the house next door and parked their cars right up against the wall i want to paint and if they dont get lost very quickly it means i will have to ask them to back the cars away from the wall so i can paint it which i dont want to have to do because i dont want to talk to them.

I thought that they had finally moved out late last week and that was it but now they are back again and i just wish they would fuck off permanently.Ugly wierd people they are.

And now they have locked up and gone off somewhere and left the cars where they are which means i have to paint round them.

Well fuck it i have a job to do and now is the only time to do it.

[Noisybast]

A nightmare last night and NOW my IBS is playing up something chronic.  BAH! 

Why not try a cheese sandwich? That should settle it...

[Mike Gloady]

I dare not.  Wild will be angry.  *tremble*

[wild-seven]

Anyone would think I was a terrible, aggresive monster! I'm not - am I?

[Mike Gloady]

You're a hang-gliding cat.  That's not monstrous.  And I was only joking as you well know.

[wild-seven]

The world of manipulation Mikey - welcome!