This post is totally random

Two dreams from last night

1. I am with two middle-aged men in the kind of independent bookshop that has a cafe/bar. One is psychologist. The men are 60s-era leftie ex-hippy types, and the psychologist is holding forth with some psychobabble, attempting to help me make sense of my life. It does not help, but I figure I may as well at least try to have an interesting conversation, so I bring up Freud (about whom I'm reading a book at the moment — in real life, not the dream). He interrupts and starts to explain his (disparaging) theories on Freud, clearly demonstrating his deep ignorance of the man's work.
   
   The men warm to their subject, and order red wine. They entreat me to join them, but suddenly I realise that I must leave, that I am wasting my time with these people. As I leave the bookshop I see Freud on a street corner, idly tracing lines with his cane on the footpath, as if waiting for someone. He doesn't see me, but his presence fills me with warmth.
   
   [NB. I am not a really full-on Freudian or anything, if that's what you're thinking.]
   
   
2. Wilcox gets up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. I realise that earlier I did a poo in the sink. I feel extremely humiliated because I know he'll see it.
   
   [Ok, maybe I am.]
   

A very funny "It's Lovely, I'll Take It"

I love this blog about lame real estate listings and each post usually makes me rofl, but this post made me rofl and rofl and rofl and rofl.




Some observations from my local dog park

1. Thirty/fortysomething single women generally have largish dogs, like Labradors and German Shorthaired Pointers. These women are sometimes slightly mental.
2. Fiftysomething single women generally have small white fluffies.
3. Lesbian couples have compact and very energetic dogs like Miniature Schnauzers.
   
4. It is a complete myth that handsome single men have dogs. There are no handsome single men at my dog park and sometimes you see the single thirtysomething women walking around rather dejectedly, feeling ripped off.
   
5. Dog park locals generally see each other every day. But you don't need to learn anyone's name. You must, however, learn the name of their dog, be able to identify the breed, and find out how old the dog is.
6. When you see another person and their dog, you greet the dog by name and say "hi" to the person. When you part, again, you must deliver a personal goodbye to the dog. A general "see you", or even a more rakish "later", suffices for the human.
7. When you meet another dogowner you stand around and watch your dogs play. All conversation must revolve around the dogs and their idiosyncrasies. This is very pleasurable, because you have finally met another person as obsessed with their dog as you are.
8. If you are Wilcox, you must sometimes take the long way round the park in order to avoid inane conversations about dogs, because there is nothing that bores you more.
   
9. People really do pick dogs with whom they share a physical resemblance. For example, there's one couple who are both really tall and skinny and quite regal — they have a Great Dane. The lesbian couple and the Miniature Schnauzer are all sprightly with grey hair. Also W (my friend who gave me Martha)'s mother thinks that Martha and I look alike.

Just some pictures of Martha




Seriously, it's like looking in a mirror.