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My mum has a startling turn of epithets sometimes, and she say 'well, bugger me', or 'blow me!' (short for blow me down with a feather I think). When she does that, I have to clamp my mind down quickly to shut off the potentially disturbing images. I don't really think she thinks about what she's saying though. My dad says 'bugger me' as well, as a mild curse, which is even more bizarre. In fact, now I think of it, saying 'bugger me' is pretty popular in Long Eaton generally. Strange how an invite to anal sex can become, just through repeated use and familiarity, just another way of saying 'you don't say?' or 'holy living fuck, really?'

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Two memorable dreams two nights in a row. The night before last it was Sapphire and Steel meets some nuns in a large hotel. Last night it was vampires chasing me through castle ruins.

The nanowrimo 'novel' writing is going very well, and I'm really enjoying getting so much stuff out onto paper. It feels like a very long time since I've done so much writing, and it's exciting.

I have an interview in appx 1 hr 30 mins. Apparently, from my other job interview comments, I seem to have a lot going for me, but have trouble selling myself. This time I am going to sell myself like a bastard, to see what happens. It feels unnatural, but I'll try and say things that they want to hear. The job is another admin post, but better paid, so it's worth a go. I'm going to be bright, perky and enthusiastic, yes I am. And absolutely take a positive stance about all my wonderful attributes, and the general amazingness of the job.