Day 511: The Nature of Things

Max Windholz did this

Sooo, farts are still funny. Thank god for that. Seven years in a board game company, and you still couldn't take off a vocal game box lid without three or four people saying 'excuse me' like it was the funniest thing in the world.  I love humans. We're brilliant. 

Thanks, co-active coast people. I was wary, as I often am when joining an established group. I had a lovely chat with warm, open people. We laughed quite a lot and there were a few things that were a bit magical. 

Thanks to the very sweet people who have been in my day today. I bought some cheese, indirectly, from a woman I know. I had to go into Waitrose to do it (uh-oh). The boy behind the cheese counter kept me talking longer than anyone ever in a shop, I think. He asked me about yoga styles and how to become a ninja (he could evidently tell that I knew). Thanks to the man who smiled hugely and said hello in the street. And the other man that smiled hugely and said hello in the street. This second man looked under the influence of something... great smile, though, and lovely, open face.

Everyone's been willing to chat today, apart from the one or two who weren't... but honestly, I've had inconsequential, sweet banter with so many people today. Thank you for beautiful, colourful food. Thank you for some cackling with a lady in a leather shop (selling, not made of). 

I nearly went to Gregg's. And then I didn't. Grateful for that. And I laughed out loud in the street today, at something I saw. NO IDEA what it was, but it was very nice, and I really did have a good old laugh at it, so whatever it was, and whether it ever comes back or not... thanks. Oh, and I had a huge go on a tiny dog. He was up in my lap by the end of it, and we were in the middle of the street. He was fluffy and soft like a synthetic teddy bear and weighed almost nothing. I might have dreamt him. And I got flitted at/past by a sprightly robin. That was nice.

Nifty flitter

Today, I wore a lacy, sequinny, beautifully fitted dress. And tights. All day. Nobody pointed and laughed. Nobody said 'What are YOU doing wearing a DRESS?'. One person gave me a lovely compliment (thanks, Dilly). Most of all, nothing untoward happened. I shall do this more often.

Thanks for the passport, which showed up after only about ten minutes of searching. Job tomorrow. Would have been an Absolute Shitter if I hadn't been able to find it. 

I dreamt (and you have this on record) that I was rushing to pack and leave for the airport  (I think I was going to Brazil) when I looked out of the window and watched in slow-motion, fairly close-up horror as a plane took off and flew straight into another, larger plane taking off at a less steep angle up above. It crashed and burned over the city. The devastation was going to be huge. I didn't leave for the airport. I phoned someone and told them. There was a lifting of the anxiety of missing the plane, but it wasn't a good situation. What does this mean, please? Answers wherever you like. Pictures are fine too. 

Very excited for my job tomorrow, which is in Paris. I'm not flying. Probably best.