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loud sigh> I told you we shouldn't have brought
Vinny here, he just doesn't get the shopping concept
try as he may. Is that
Jude and Maggie?!
...did I say I want my avatar. (
Love yours, each and every one of them.) Envy! Envy! Envy! I still get the error messages no matter what I do - or I can't get in at all.
Last night I had a small chat over the phone with an old friend of mine who doesn't live here anymore. We only talked for four and a half hours, would have driven her husband crazy only I think he's given up, ha ha. (This wasn't the first time.) The funny thing is if anyone were to ask me what we had been talking about I'd hardly know what to say except "nothing, really". Ah isn't that a good kind of friend!
Anyway, she's just been to England, to a place called Stansted Hall (is it wellknown?) She's an "I'm a psychic"-person worse than you
Robinia and they do them psycho classes there, he he. She see's dead people. First night they we're staying at a local pub in Stansted that's conveniently haunted or at least one of the rooms is and that's the one they got. And guess what - she heard footsteps! At a hotel! How spooky is that!
If you think I'm being sarcastic I'm not, I'm just pulling her leg about it and I do it to her face and we laugh about it and discuss it. I just can't get myself to believe in the survival of the individual personality, that's all. Now, souls and karma and the collective unconscious and synchronicity - that's another thing altogether. But footsteps at a hotel... I'm not spooked!
(PS Pull her leg to her face...? My friend the contortionist...)
bye now!