I can't believe I forgot to mention this.


The other day, the Private and I were in Woolworths and we happened across this lady who was obviously very distressed about something: she was leaning her head on the stairway railing and bawling her eyes out much to the alarm of everyone in the immediate vicinity. I mean she didn't look anything like your average mad-woman.
Several people tried to comfort her, and find out what the problem was, all to no avail.
Eventually, a cashier got to the bottom of it: apparently the lady is a see-er of premonitions, and the one she had that morning was so disturbing that she was absolutely beside herself with despair.

The Private wanted to go and ask her what the premonition was, but he feared that would only set her off wailing again.

Scary stuff.

C.O.T.

Every 2 weeks or so I go through junk food phases. Last time it was sour gummi worms. The time before that it was soursop fudge.
Right now, it's bubble-gum! Blowing and popping bubbles makes me feel like a rebellious teenager from the 50's!