Avoided bankruptcy

With only three days till payday, things were looking grim in the ol’ wallet. Suddenly, this morning we got a refund from Powergen and some rental income that we’d given up as lost. Suddenly the next three days look set to be filled with fine eating and wine instead of the 9p cans of beans that we were expecting.

Oh, and some new headphones today I think. I’m getting a bit fed up with listening to music in mono unless I wrap the wire of my old headphones around my head and tuck it behind my ear to fix the loose connection. I just look silly.

On Saturday I was at my parents house with my Dad’s aunt, who will be one hundred years old in December. I’ve never met someone who was a hundred years old before. Suffice to say I can appreciate what the Who were singing about.

On the way home, some youths had barricaded the road off with sandbags. When we stopped and tried to drive around them, they started throwing stones at the cars. I shit you not. A phone with a dead battery was useless for phoning the police with.

And to conclude this random, disconnected series of events – a weird dream update…

I am driving home from my parents old house. It’s a big thing because it’s the first time I’ve driven since a huge crash that left me traumatised. To help me, I have a trauma playback machine, which is like a glowing, spiky helmet that you wear which plays back your traumatic experience to you.

It doesn’t seem to matter that the playback means that you can’t see the road. Psychiatrists have proven that playing back your trauma helps you to get over it.

Since I can’t see the road, I’m driving very cautiously, trying to guess where the junction is by the loudness of the cars driving past. Eventually, I take off the helmet and see my parents on the other side of the road walking home, smiling and waving at me.

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