The Corner House

Finally and officially back at Uni.
Should have started yesterday but had an Optician's appointment. I'd been waiting months for it. Good job I don't have chlamydia...
Now, main point of this post is, I've got to curtail blogging a bit. Just when I'm back where the computers work, too.
But I think this year will be busy plus I'm planning to spend 12 hours every weekend on the Tarot line. Get this - when I told Ayesha, my Boss, that I was going part-time, she said "That's a shame - you're one of our best readers."
I was amazed. And pleased, of course I was. Believe me, I've spent most of my life being an absolute liability at work so it's nice I've found something I can do. It's also very liberating. I mean, I'm kind of self-employed and can work as much or as little as I like (ish). It's very much a job that will fit around my acting/writing career. (Who said what acting/writing career?).
Any way, back to psychic stuff. I bought a copy of Prediction magazine and was amazed to count TEN companies advertising for readers. Shows how big business it's become. About eleven or twelve years ago, I can only remembering seeing one advert.
I'll stay where I am for the time being. I don't have that much faith in my psychic abilities and I said as much to Ayesha. She replied a Tarot readers job was mainly about listening to what people said then interpreting the cards accordingly and I could do that.
Poor Bonnie's gone into despair because over the summer I became such a fan of Sky TV. Mainly 'Skychic Interactive' as I started to call it but also 'Stand-up Edinburgh'. Plus....
oh, dear....
but I sort of like the wedding channel and all the frocks.....
'What's happened to you, Mo?' she wondered, 'you used to be such a big fan of Radio 4.'
Today, I came back to the Campus which is Sky-TV free, as far as I know and I have only my trusty old wireless for entertainment. What with Radio 4, Post-Modermism and a blog-free existence.....
...but, shhh.... my birthday next week. Layla's visiting and we're spending the afternoon at a Psychic Fair.....
Bonnie's opted out.

Just passing by....
No computer working chez moi and it hasn't for weeks. Wouldn't mind but have a short story on it which may be lost for ever.
Also wouldn't mind but it's the second re-write of it 'cos I lost the first one!
Oh, well, am re-enrolling at the Uni. Freshers Week and all that. Roamed round the Freshers Bazaar. Everyone keen on handing me out their freebies - become a teacher (free diary) a volunteerer, (free pen) a Girl Guide leader, (key ring) a member of Christian Aid (Student Snakes and Ladders game) etc. Even the Afro-Carribean (lollypop) lot were keen to have me.
Then I got to the NHS stall. They looked me up and down. Silence. They showed no interest in me whatsoever. I mean, I know I'm 55 soon but still....
A enormous notice over their stall proclaiming "Sign up for free chlamydia test."
Yeah, alright, I'd like to think I could still be a contender....
How dare they assume I haven't got chlamydia.

Well, hello.
Not been posting mainly because laptop not working. Library a bit of a time-consuming effort.
Last night, not only was laptop not working but the door to its room (sticky at best of times) was utterly jammed.
Anyway, lo and behold, doors are opening and normal Internet service resumed.
HUGE row with Bonnie tonight. Omigod, really big. To do with Clare, surprise bloody surprise. For years I have been caught up in the middle of those two and their wars. What did I do wrong? Arranged for Clare to pick me up from Bonnie's house tomorrow - bit sneaky, 'cos I thought Bonnie would be away on a course and would never be any the wiser.
'Er, she cancelled the course. And went absolutely ballistic when she found out I'd given Clare her address.
"How could you tell her where I live? She's dangerous, she's capable of anything, how dare you tell her my address, she wheedled it out of you, you're so stupid, now she knows where I live, she could do anything, she's completly crazy ....." Bonnie is absolutely paranoid as far as Clare's concerned.
I said I was sick of been caught in the middle of the rowing pair of them.
Rang Clare to cancel, I can go another time.
But, bloody hell, what a miserable evening. Thought me and the cat would have to decamp down to Layla's in Kent....
Bonnie really upset with me although we made it up in the end. Thing is, Clare has been to this house before (she helped me move in), also her man dropped me off here once and besides how bloody hard is it to find out someone's address if you're hell bent on revenge.
Have to admit, Clare is scary. I've forgiven her this time but it's her last chance. I do know where Bonnie is coming from. Suppose I should have thought and said I'd meet Clare in town.
The animals were very on edge, said B, they'd picked up that we'd had a row.
Took Fizz out for a wee to make up. (Mind you, I do most nights anyway).
Oh, dear, let's hope that's the end of it.