Power and Perception.

Imagine, you're walking along with a pushchair, on the way home from the school run, and your 4-year-old, having presented elated babble on the essential elements of playdough fighting, bounds ahead of you along the pavement, whooping like a cowboy. Magic Parental Vision homes in on oncoming curb, and with it hideous images of little Diggory the Road-Kill Pizza. So, pace and heart rate stepping up a notch, you call "Watch out for the road. Don't step into that road! D'you hear me, DON'TGONEARTHATROADLAD!" and as your pitch raises in desperation, little Diggory skids to a halt at the roadside laughing hysterically. Catching your heart behind your teeth, you grasp your little soldier by the arm, and slapping a metronome across his legs, yell hard enough to shake the leaves above your head, "Don't You Ever, Ever Do That Again!"

A quivering Diggory sticks to you like a well-rubbed balloon until you reach your yard.

And tomorrow, when you yell ahead to warn him...

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Just a thought - Isn't it odd how everyone looks dodgy when you've got £500 in your pocket?

Is it a bird? No, it's a mutant!

Describe yourself using one band and song titles from that band
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Choose a band/artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band:	The Beautiful South
Are you male or female:	Girlfriend
Describe yourself:	You can call me leisure
How do some people feel about you:	The root of all evil
How do you feel about yourself:	I may be ugly
Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend:	prettiest eyes
Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend:	I'll sail this ship alone
Describe where you want to be:	The mediterranean
Describe what you want to be:	look what I found in my beer/ mother's pride
Describe how you live:	Have Fun
Describe how you love:	hot on the heels of heartbreak
Share a few words of wisdom	don't marry her ( fuck me)
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Forbidden Activity

Supportive, optimistic lot that you are, somebody had to go and inject this into my dream-bubble: Homosexuality, the act of, is punishable by execution in so many of my desired destinations (although I’m not sure whether us women are excused, since it’s *ahem * not physically possible, and therefore widely unrecognised).

As you can imagine, there’ve been some interesting troubleshooting sessions going on. One suggestion was *lowers voice to whisper, glancing around the room nervously * ‘go straight’. Thanks, but no thanks.

Celibacy between all-action home visits leaves a lot to be desired, not to mention what The Family would say when I go home to ‘see them’ and then, umm, don’t. Several suggestions involved magazines, photos or web cams and self-appreciation. And somebody suggested taking my very own sex goddess in my rucksack - actually, I've had several offers of obliging companionship, in exchange for free tickets.

After several pints, the suggestion ‘just go for it, you might not get caught anyway’ seemed like the sensible choice. However, since I’ve promised folks that I won’t come back in a lidded box, it looks like it’s just me and The Rabbit.

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She Feels Like 90 and she's On a Rampage!

I was absolutely disgusted this Tuesday, when I stepped onto a bus which charged me £3.20 for a one way journey (In the good old days...). But as I sat down, I noted a large screen embedded in the wall, which, for the entire journey, showed our current position, the name of the previous, and next two stops, and intermittently, tourist info complete with 'ask your driver for a half-price admissions ticket' reminders! Once again, the elite brand-spanking-wonderful coat of Harrogate shows up the rest of the world. It kept me entertained, anyway.

So, I arrived in Harrogate after J took pity on my fouling mood, and by the time I left, I felt a little better.

Not any more.

Went to work, expecting my new manager to be on training. No such luck, he was in-house all day. His way to do it all, is the best way, obviously - but he has no clue about the tenants, the parents, the staff, or past or present issues. And he doesn't care. One minute he says one thing, and the next he contradicts himself. And since he's never out of the office, I have to pick up the pieces when staff and parents complain, or tenants don't get allocated the support they need. It's not my job anymore, and I'm not getting paid enough to deal with it!!!

So then I get home and I have to wage war against my mother who, obviously, is in no need of help despite the fact that she can hardly do anything for herself, and my father the ostrich who is taking on the world rather than ask for assistance, and killing himself in the process.

I'm getting increasingly more irritable, because I'm sure neither of these is my job, but nobody else'll do it. And, ashamedly, I exploded at my parents when I got home this morning, screaming at them that they were both pathetic and needed to sort out all their issues, because they're ruining everyone elses lives. Possibly not going to help their esteem issues :-S