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I think it must be National Apple Day today. In science we were experimenting with the enzymes in apple juice; the food tech group were making apple pie; and a mysterious apply scent is hanging around the art block.
Top Tip For Living A Long And Happy Life: do not under any circumstances let Scouts near sharp pointy objects. I was almost filleted several times, as were my fellow Guides. We were practicing making washstands, flagpoles and putting up tents (yaysies, lightweight tents, or at least when compared to those horrid great Icelandics we were using before) for the British Legion Cup, and using what amounted to butchers' knives to cut the rope for the lashing... in hindsight, probably a bad idea. The Scouts were having fun, though. *grins, rolls eyes*
I had a dream the other night, the second installment of a dream I'd had a while back where, in space for some reason, I got press-ganged into a kind of spy-mercinary type group. Anyways. This dream was our first mission, for some reason we were in my house, and it went like this:
1. Group leader (I forget his name, looks like that Victorian guy who hanged himself in The Haunted Mansion) gets note or something in order of pizza.
2. Mass panic, member who looks like the receptionist from Casualty turns out to be a traitor (or perhaps not: everyone was fighting everyone at this point), I try to stop her and fail miserably.
3. Wall turns into swirling green vortex thing. Sucks everyone in except for me and this other member who I quite liked, and who looked like someone from church. We run into next room.
4. Green swirling vortex thing opens in said room.
5. I yell something inredibly stupid along the lines of "if I'm going to get sucked in, I'll do it in the first room!" and run back into the first room.
6. I am sucked into vortex (quite fun, actually). Who knows what happened to the other member? She was probably sucked in too, though we may never know.
7. I wake up and think: "well, that was an incredibly short career." Such is the chaos that is the inside of my head. |