Sorted ...

The week that was! Not too bad actually. Monday and Tuesday sort of flew by in a daze. Wednesday I met up with Kathia to discuss dog walking. Went food shopping together and ended up completely drenched. Kathia knows now that she doesn't like tea with dark rum. Thursday I went to my course. Kathia dog walked. I don't know how long she was out with the pooches, but when I got home they were well and truly tired. Too tired to shit and piss on my carpet. Yay! Success! In fact, Isis was still so tired on Friday morning, that she stayed in bed after I got up at 6am. This is unheard of, but was appreciated. I had time to have a shower and get ready, without being hassled. Attended the course on Friday too, housemate was at home as he had been to see the Subhumans on Thursday night and had way too many beers. So, the first 2 weeks of the 6 weeks training are done and dusted. I am getting there!!!

The course as such is easy, but it does bring up some weird stuff. Ended Friday with a knot in my stomach and tears in my eyes. I wasn't the only one, and the good thing is, I can feel that thing I have regarded all my life as negatives, are now turning around to be positives. Which results in me feeling good and not as useless as usual. Maybe I can still spite my mothers predictions. Never too late ...

Today I was shattered and didn't do too much, a bit of cleaning and some light shopping. Tomorrow is going to be busy. I am going to try and sell some crochet at a local arts & crafts market. Therefore up at the crack of dawn, coffee, dog walk and out of the house by 10am. Not back until about 6pm, hopefully with more dosh in my pockets than I went out with. Wish me luck!

Oh yeah, relevance to the picture: Monday is the Jello Biafra gig. Another night being dragged out of my cocoon. Well, it has to be done! Punk is not dead ... hahahahahahaha.