I've been having marvellous dreams lately. Last night I had a sort of Alice in wonderland into the wardrobe and beyond thingy dream that was rhapsodic. Beyond the spectacular gimmickry of the wardrobe itself was a twilight world of beautiful, strange animals, birds and insects with touring groups of boy scouts in a cavern mysteriously hidden beyond the brick veneer. It was my parents home and at the mention of beautifully shiny roaches nesting in silk scarves, my mum began to protest that it was the fault of those kids though the priests didn't seem to mind.
Two nights before I dreamt of glorious travels in a reclining cycle type vehicle that was self powered an could traverse all terrains including water and air whilst maintaining its simple physical, exposed to nature feel. A sort of sailing cycle kite I suppose. Time has unfortunately erased the memory of the geography of my travels except for the distinct memory of a slippery clay vertical section which proved no trouble at all.
Now watching this last in the current series of Dr. Who I see the similarity between the Doctors travels and my dream structure. Neither has a real sense but both are beautiful if you just dismiss your desire for comprehensibility, I do enjoy Dr. Who but I can't understand why. This morning Hugh rang to report that he was having a colonoscopy tomorrow, this evening rushing to the bottle shop after a longer than expected nap I encountered Dr. Gok. It was dark and so is he, so while I was admiring his choice of two six packs he recognised my pink and pimpled, almost luminous glow, and surprised me with a greeting. Our brief conversation quickly regressed into a consultation type summary and we bid one another farewell but a Who-like dream quality in the atmosphere remained. Thank god, um Nigel, I had remembered my teeth.
Do you ever wonder how the medical and law professions get away with calling their professional offices "Practices". I mean can you imagine any other profession getting away with this endless collegiate attitude to their business? Can you imagine the Canterbury Bankstown Rugby League Football Practise or the Westpac Bank Practice? No way. Most businesses must disport with a great deal more confidence. Imagine O'Keefe's Building Practice with the motto 'some stay up, some fall down but were still practicing'. No way. You've got to hand it to the medicos thought for their foresight in naming their clients "patients".
Well all that is very well I'm sure but in the real world my estate agent has once more announced his regret that in light of the landlords holding costs he has no option than to increase my rental by $20. Those holding costs are so unpredictable. He tried to rectify the situation only nine months after our original lease agreement with a $20 rent raise but alas underestimated. Fourteen months later he found himself once more losing his grip and again raised the rent by $20. Were he my agent, I would by this time have had serious doubts about his competency. Now he once again finds himself losing his grip of troublesome holding costs (I sympathize in these wet wintery conditions it's difficult to hold even the hand of your beloved) and once again raises the rental. All told a 25% increase in 25 months. With interest rates still less than they were at the start of this leasehold is not bad; for the landlord. You young'ns should take note and be asking questions of your investment advisers.
This snipe still taunts me with his Orwellian slogan at Stanmore Station. Come to think were I the location supervisor for the film of 1984 I could do far worse than choose Stanmore with its turn of the century metropolitan London style
Orwell Ink. Ads. or whatever they call themselves, along with their corporate partners may already have gone too far. Recently reading a real estate for sale add I noted among the few details provided a telephone number advising twenty four hour service. My first thought was of high flyer's bar hopping on a line of coke in early dawn chill calling to buy. My second was of the unlikelihood of hearing a real time human voice this side of Mumbai at this time of the morning. Is there anyone else out there who sees 24 hours next to anything less than unreliable emergency services such as Hospital Fire and Ambulance, who does not immediately think of machines that frustrate with their poor communication abilities.
I can't believe I just wrote a sentence with machines as the subject and communication skills as the object.
I think the lawn needs a mow
A full house
Could I have mine choclate coated
