Monthly Archives: September 2012

I dream of….

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The ultimate form of escapism for me as a kid was the TV. It’s amazing how much it shaped what I wanted to be when I grew up. First, I really, really wanted to be a cowboy. I wanted to be roping steers on The High Chaparral with Blue Boy and Uncle Buck. Then I really, really, really wanted to be an astronaut. I wanted to be co-piloting Eagle One with Captain Alan Carter saving Moonbase Alpha from all those rubbery aliens. Instead I ended up working on Mutley’s Seafood stall on Clacton Pier. This was the funnest job I’ve ever had. For two summers I had a great time. Between the tourists and the other people working on the pier, it was friendly and sunny and noisy and busy and a bit of a giggle. I could only find one photo of the stall on the net and it was taken back when I worked there so I’m more than likely inside the stall.

And here’s what I do now:

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Big and scary spiders

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And so it begins: September. I hate bloody September. It’s big spiders in the house month. Four weeks of paranoia walking through each room with my eyes scanning the floor, walls and ceiling as I go. At least I have finally learned that the spiders just run faster when I jump up and down on the spot shrieking my husband’s name in a hysterical fashion. After 26 years of practice, he could give a master class on how to catch spiders. I, of course, would not be attending.

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