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The dreams have come back, I've decided, starting with that one that I mentioned in the last entry. It seems that when I'm at home, I remember them a lot more than when in AMH. Some of them are more meaningful than others, but they are all without exception very strange indeed.
While I'm not being plagued by these nightly oddities, I'm still working in the golf clubhouse. Yesterday I had to be sent out on a mission for frozen peas, and on the way I was listening to a programme on the car radio about talking gherkins. I'm sure it had some vaguely political themes to it, but they were lost on me. Still, I'm now trusted enough in the kitchen to be left in charge, even of things like cooking when it's a quiet day. That's possibly a large mistake, but we'll see.
Father's Day tomorrow... I'd better go down the road to Station Square quickly and get a card or something. Other than things like that, all I'm doing at home is sitting and watching the amount in my bank account rise, hopefully at a greater rate than it fell last year.
While I'm not being plagued by these nightly oddities, I'm still working in the golf clubhouse. Yesterday I had to be sent out on a mission for frozen peas, and on the way I was listening to a programme on the car radio about talking gherkins. I'm sure it had some vaguely political themes to it, but they were lost on me. Still, I'm now trusted enough in the kitchen to be left in charge, even of things like cooking when it's a quiet day. That's possibly a large mistake, but we'll see.
Father's Day tomorrow... I'd better go down the road to Station Square quickly and get a card or something. Other than things like that, all I'm doing at home is sitting and watching the amount in my bank account rise, hopefully at a greater rate than it fell last year.
