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A toast munching, coffee drinking marvel
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September 25, 2002 3:08 p.m.
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I just wrote a mammoth entry but my computer crashed. I hate that. The weekend away house-sitting with Hilary and Martha went very well. I had a fantastic time and caught up on roughly a year's worth of films, good and bad (Grosse Pointe Blank, Phantasm II (ludicrous!), Sleepy Hollow, The Green Mile, The Empire Strikes Back, Shrek and The Mummy). I also sent only two drunken text messages and saw Alberto Frog and his Amazing Animal Band for the first time ever. There was junk food and alcohol involved and the topics of our discussions varied according to the amount of alcohol in our bloodstream - we started off with adoption and artificial insemination, we moved on to the politics of America, Iraq and Saudi Arabia and finished with the relative herbiness and spiciness of two types of tortilla chips. I coped pretty nicely and there was only one afternoon of bad pain which I handled rather well. It was good to spend some time with Hilary and Martha again. Please go to Rhona's guestbook and jump for joy in there (treat it as a bouncy castle) because she's got the job she's been working towards for a long time. Yay! My neighbour has come back from the dead. To be precise, she was probably never dead in the first place but she convinced me. I noticed a lot of comings and goings at the old couple's place across the road and thought I'd better keep an eye on it in case they were being looted by smugglers (curse my overactive imagination and childhood diet of Famous Five books!). After a couple of days I figured that one of them was ill or dead and there were lots of family and friends turning up. Then I saw an obituary in the local paper for one Ena Johnson (I live in a friendly road where we say hi to Ena, Jean and Jack) - the lady from across the road. This confirmed my suspicions. But cut to a couple of weeks later (yesterday) and I spy someone who looks suspiciously like Ena in the doorway of her house when a transport ambulance turns up. Hmmmm. Perhaps there's more than one Ena Johnson living (and dying) locally. Then it crosses my mind that it could have been someone who just looks like Ena. 'Maybe it's her twin' I chuckle to myself. *BONGJANGLECLANG* Bells ring and I develop tinnitus. I vaguely remember being told that Ena had a twin. So now I'm baffled and I don't know who's alive and who's dead. I'm just very relieved that I didn't send a condolence card. You'll be relieved to hear that I've got my stalker back. P.S. A Midnight Clear is a superb film and it's on terrestrial tv tonight. Please make every effort to watch/record it.
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