One of my two weird neighbours is sitting in her front yard, peering into mine. Appears to be in a somewhat catatonic state. May have secret stash of pyschotropic medication in her house... Perhaps worthy of a renewed attempt at friendship. Wonder if she has facebook.
The word 'psychotropic' makes me think of plastic palm trees and astro turf. Hmm... Peaceful.
Does anyone else find relaxation exercises stressful? Stream of consciousness writing before bed is said to promote restful sleep. Instead I'm craving coconut and alfalfa sprouts. Maybe Great Granny was onto something with the flagon-of-Port-under-the-bed trick. Such a lady. Used to put her teeth in when we went to visit, and she'd give us $5 to bribe us into being good. Worked a charm. She always said I should be a nurse. She kept fruit bon bons in a pretty crystal jar. Now I do too.
I'm fairly certain the neighbours think I am a devil woman. They greet Rwn, but never speak a word to me. Hmph. I even say "Hello" and smile. Maybe they can smell my fear.
Oh no. Now she's seen Rwn in his Moose pyjamas.
My favourite scene in Neighbours (I never watched it...) was when Susan smacked Dr Karl in the face with a frying pan. The look on her face...
Time for chamomile.
Sincerely seedy,
Agnes J. Stone.
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