Dear Reader, there are no dreams. A whole week of near barrenness. What can I say? I tried two blankets, socks, alcohol and cheese before bed but I couldn’t recover from the loss of an hour. And so there have been no posts.

Grocery shopping in a church? Renting a hotel room at a small branch of Boots? Normal behaviour? No, of course not.

 So my favourite things at the moment on the internet are

This ever so lovely zombie game http://game.joke.co.uk/ although I can’t get past level 3 Bovine Creek.

This song on http://www.rathergood.com called My Cats got knees http://rathergood.com/knees/

And this little toy that lets you create a message from the CEO to your mates, before I joined the company I enjoyed ‘wearing beautiful evening gowns’ - hilarious. Here’s the link http://www.bigcheesememo.co.uk/

I complained to my local council today about the various roadworks (causing me a huge pain in my ass in the morning as I try to get to work) over the fact that they are going to now do roadworks on the diversion I use! I got a very prompt response from the Project Manager no less who made reference to my email proving it wasn’t an automated reply. My problem isn’t solved but I got my point across and I was read/listened to. I was assured that one route would be open again from April 4th, I think I should be allowed to work from home until then! Or the helicopter should come and collect me. I don’t mind.

This has covered nearly all of my categories at this stage except for cake so I’ll mention here the treacle sponge pudding with custard I ate at lunch time - delicious. An old and reliable favourite. None of your fancy schmancy cheesecake crap.

So last night I dreamed I visited my new house with my mum. Only the previous owners were still there. Only the woman was there - she was totally different to the real lady who lives there, and she was a bit mad. The house was huge and incredibly messy. I dumped all my stuff in one of the rooms and then I had to clear it all up when it was time to leave. It took me ages and I didn;t have enough bags. The woman’s husband came home and he was really annoyed that we were still there. Then my Dad turned up to take us away and he sat down and started chatting to the woman who was very snooty by this time. Then my Dad broke wind! And he thought it was hilarious but the woman was disgusted and I started crying becuase I thought she wouldn’t sell me the house anymore!

Then I was with people from work in this strange building and I had lessons on a cliff side, it was really steep and high and I had to concentrate on not falling off AND the lesson. I am totally scared of heights and I was beginning to get vertigo in my dream. Then I was in a solid building but on the top floor and people were dancing on a platform which hung over the edge.  Oh, and there was a goth party.

I wanted to share some of the things I do as force of habit and lifestyle which, when i think about it, must surely be habits from the past.

It makes good sense to do it now in our 21st century climate change situation but I always turn lights off when I’m not in the room. I do it because my parents made me do it, because their parents made them do it and they grew up during the war when blackout was in force.

I spread jam and marmalade thinly on my toast or bread - I never thought about spreading on more, you might say its a taste thing but I knew someone who didn’t think twice about using half a pot on one slice of toast! I learned that from my parents, who learned it from theirs, who lived with rationing and shortages of sugar etc.

I am quite old fashioned in many ways, my new house has a pantry which I am immensely excited about, and I take old shoes to be re-heeled. Its my birthday soon and while I’m still under 30, I know I’m getting older - all the DJs I used to listen to on Radio 1 in my teens are now on Radio 2!!!!

Isn’t that wierd, that I could be doing things that my great-great grandmother did? Has anyone got examples of similar things?

Last night I dreamt the skin on my face peeled off.

A dream I would have preferred after watching Casino Royale would have been that I was Daniel Craig’s Bond girl, wearing a very expensive frock and jewellery, swigging champers and snogging his face off. Instead I got to be the spy, chased all over the place. hmm, not my first choice brain, thanks.

Apologies for the double post - Sorted now, it didn’t delete any comments - NO ONE LOVES ME!

I just like that word, don’t even know if it is a word! I’ve had a melange of dreams and last night I dreamt two members of my family joined a religious cult, worshipping this bizarre man who insisted that his followers every thought should be about him! They were trying to convince me and they started performing a ceremony with me at the centre I kept escaping and shouting at everyone that they were wrong. Once again I was shouting at everyone and being horrible to them.

In another dream I was in the 1940/50s in what was supposed to be my room, I remember brushing my hair in front of a mirror and I had this very glamorous hairstyle which I loved.

And I went back in time again when I went to the 16th birthday party of someone I knew from school who is now in their twenties.

I’m always amazed by the level of detail I remember from a dream, its like I create a story but I only remember a tableau, one scene and all its details.