Dreams, Dinner Plans and Doing Laundry

Lolly told me she just changed her Facebook status to:

Lolly thinks NYG should be worried about the sisterhood being in his area...drunk, a brawl is inevitable.

Haha! She’s not wrong. That sort of amusing update almost makes me want to join Facebook. Almost.

The countdown to my evening of fun begins. I can’t wait to get out of here! I am also really looking forward to seeing The Sisterhood (and its four associated honorary members who will also be in attendance, three of which are male). I hope my endurance skills kick in, though; I woke up unexpectedly at 6.30am this morning, wide awake with no hope of returning to dreamland. Actually, I didn’t really want to return to dreamland, mainly because that is part of the reason I had woken up.

I was dreaming that I was chatting on IM with NY Guy, while watching from my window a traffic accident unfold which involved Tom Cruise and a seemingly vindictive member of the public, both driving vintage cars, the random man purposely running into and destroying the passenger’s side of Tom Cruise’s car. The man then tried to get me to be a witness for his car insurance, until I started saying, “But I saw you run into his car. On purpose!” At which point he realised that me being a witness was probably not in his best interest and started shouting abuse. Meanwhile, NY Guy was IM-ing me, “Hello? Are you still there?” to which I answered “Sorry, just been a witness to a car accident involving Tom Cruise.” We were then all of a sudden speaking on the phone and I asked, “So, are we not going to see each other before you go back to New York for good?” His reply? “No, we probably won’t.” My reaction was a little over-stated and I started shouting at him and going crazy, at which point I woke up in a cold sweat, partly because I fell asleep without the extra coverage of my blanket and with my window open, which meant I wasn’t as warm as I normally am.

In understand the part about NY Guy because it is still bothering me, as much as I am trying to forget about it. But the car accident is weird. I’ve no idea where Tom Cruise comes into all this, but the accident part may be a reference to the fact that when I got on the bus last night after work, a blonde, Page-3-looking lady in a black jeep started shouting at the bus driver and then parked at an angle in front of the bus, blocking him from moving. I had just got on and was standing near the front of the bus.

“You hit my car!” she was shouting, even though no-one on the bus had noticed such a thing and the driver protested that she had cut him up and had in fact hit the bus herself. The driver had a French accent and kept very calm while she shouted and effed and blinded at him, giving her his driver number and registration with no complaints and not rising to her provocation. She was still shouting and screaming and took her time in moving the car, while the other passengers muttered to themselves in confusion about what was going on.

“Don’t use the ‘f’ word,” the driver said in response to her rant, which I assume meant she had sworn at him and not referred to the fact he was French, lol. “What do you want me to do, my dear?” he asked calmly in his melodic French tone, “I can’t do anything more for you right now. You have my driver number, that’s all you need. You speak to your insurance, good luck.”

Three older ladies sitting down in front of me were speculating back and forth about what was going on. When the lady (I use the term loosely) finally moved her car, the bus driver was finally able to pull away from the stop. “She was saying the bus hit her car,” I explained to the ladies, “So she parked in front of the bus to block him, so we couldn’t move. But the driver said he didn’t hit her.” They were ‘oohing’ and ‘aahing’ in response, in the sweet way that older ladies do, commenting that London traffic is bad, etc. “You shouldn’t get into an argument with a bus,” I agreed, “You probably won’t win.”

The driver heard me explaining it and said from his cab, “You know darling, she was saying I hit her, but I was ahead of her. She could see me indicating, she tried to cut into my lane, so if she damaged her car, it’s because she ran into me. I couldn’t even see any damage there. She was just speaking to me with arrogance for no reason.”

“It’s because she was driving a flash car,” I said, giving the driver a bit of back-up, knowing how much abuse bus drivers take (and admittedly sometimes give, but I’m not surprised if I’m honest). When I was about to get off the bus, I walked up to the front and said, “You did well, not losing your temper,” and we chit-chatted, while he explained that the journey had been manic because Oxford Street had been temporarily closed and his was the first bus on his route to go down it after it had re-opened. I offered sympathetic replies and then wished him a good evening as I got off at my stop, thinking that it only takes one nasty person to ruin your day, but sometimes one kind person can have the opposite effect.

I stopped off to buy some supplies in Superdrug and Boots (yes, I’ll admit, more than was probably necessary) and then headed home, resisting the urge to get KFC again. I got home, had a quick chat with Big Sis, put some laundry on, ate some dinner, had a nice hot bath using some of the products I had bought (bath foam, hot oil treatment for my hair, intense conditioner), sorted out some of my laundry, took tea and biccies upstairs and then eventually settled down in bed to watch True Blood at 10.00pm. I got through to the end before I started feeling sleepy, but tried to fight it, as some of my washing still needed hanging up. I woke up a few hours later with the light on and realised it wasn’t going to happen. I then didn’t wake again until my dream and ended up hanging up my laundry and putting on a new load to wash and then getting myself some breakfast, all before 7am. I took my time getting ready and although I was the first to rise, I was still the last to leave the house, hanging up the second load of laundry to dry before I left.

What a thrilling life I lead! Lol. It’s a few less things to worry about on Sunday, at least. Which is probably just as well, because I don’t see myself getting up at 6.30am then, after Saturday night’s excitement! Only four hours to go before I’m outta here. Roll on, 5 o'clock!