I have been hired by a couple to do something. I go to the house. I am lying on the bed in my room (it’s a live in position). The child is autistic, it’s a little boy who looks like my nephew. I hear the father yelling at the boy for not doing something. Then he comes into my room. His wife isn’t back yet, he sees me lying on the bed. He wants me to do something, I say I was only hired to do light housework and something else. Now I am standing up, I am holding the little boy, I tell the father off for swearing at him. I think he was trying to give him his tea. The mother comes home and walks in, she hears me telling off her husband but doesn’t seem to mind though.
I am with an estate agent, there is a girl/woman with me. We are friends. The agent is there to show us around the house. The woman who owns it isn’t there. First we see the garage, then inside we see the bedrooms. It all looks fairly tidy. She is a single mother, in one bedroom I count seven beds. I wonder why she had so many children and why there’s no father. I accept the position, because later I am lying in one of the beds talking to one of the children. I don’t know why, but I have a particular interest in her. My friend is still there in the back ground. I think they are all quite well behaved considering. They go off to school. There are some lads, they are in the garage. RM is one of them. They are jumping on this huge trampoline. They look very small in comparison to the trampoline. RM is showing off his pecs. They have to complete so many moves in within a time limit, I don’t think they succeed. They are larking about too much.
Monday, 8 February 2010
Taking A Walk
I am walking along a country lane, it is semi rural. It is night. I am wearing my green jacket. There is a black elderly man parked by the side of the road in a silver car. He is standing by the car, the passenger door is open. He is in my way. I cross the road and have to walk an extra distance, when I get back onto the road he has only moved a few meters down the road. I have at go at him for getting in my way when he didn’t need to go anywhere. He just smiles.
I carry on walking. I see a couple doing an advert for food, but it’s the opposite of an advert because they’re saying it’s not good food. I recognise the man, the it’s the presenter off Who Wants to be a Millionaire, only he looks younger and his hair is blonde. The woman has short dark curly hair. I think it’s odd because I have just had a real meal of the same food and I didn’t like it. It was scrambled egg, a gluten free crumpet with beans. It looked and tasted plastic, the kind of meal you’d get in a roadside café.
I walk past a couple of youths, one is black the other is white. The white guy is wearing a football shirt. They are being rude and generally obstructive. I answer back but they carry on giving me grief. I think one of them is taking photos. I think I might have written something they don’t like. I have some Polaroid photos, I don’t know what they are of, I hold them up one by one and the white guy takes photos of them,, then they go away.
I have something important I’m doing. There are other people involved. I think it’s a job. I have a deadline to meet. A woman is sitting on a bed. She wants to know what decision we’ve made. This reminds of the documentary I saw on the editor of Vogue before I went to bed. Someone is saying ‘She can’t, they’re expecting me to do something I can’t.’ This person is sticking up for me. I have one day to go and it will be done.
I keep thinking of my mum, and a murder mystery and that I’m filling in for someone. I think I have taken a long detour to do this. Then I come across these two young lads who are in my way.
While I’m walking I go past shelves of food, they look like they’re stacked on supermarket shelves. There is a girl/woman sitting in front of them. It looks like my daily shopping, there are bottles of mineral water and other things I buy. I count the days they represent, The last shelf had three days worth on it. I think this girl either works for me, or is there to replace me.
I carry on walking. I see a couple doing an advert for food, but it’s the opposite of an advert because they’re saying it’s not good food. I recognise the man, the it’s the presenter off Who Wants to be a Millionaire, only he looks younger and his hair is blonde. The woman has short dark curly hair. I think it’s odd because I have just had a real meal of the same food and I didn’t like it. It was scrambled egg, a gluten free crumpet with beans. It looked and tasted plastic, the kind of meal you’d get in a roadside café.
I walk past a couple of youths, one is black the other is white. The white guy is wearing a football shirt. They are being rude and generally obstructive. I answer back but they carry on giving me grief. I think one of them is taking photos. I think I might have written something they don’t like. I have some Polaroid photos, I don’t know what they are of, I hold them up one by one and the white guy takes photos of them,, then they go away.
I have something important I’m doing. There are other people involved. I think it’s a job. I have a deadline to meet. A woman is sitting on a bed. She wants to know what decision we’ve made. This reminds of the documentary I saw on the editor of Vogue before I went to bed. Someone is saying ‘She can’t, they’re expecting me to do something I can’t.’ This person is sticking up for me. I have one day to go and it will be done.
I keep thinking of my mum, and a murder mystery and that I’m filling in for someone. I think I have taken a long detour to do this. Then I come across these two young lads who are in my way.
While I’m walking I go past shelves of food, they look like they’re stacked on supermarket shelves. There is a girl/woman sitting in front of them. It looks like my daily shopping, there are bottles of mineral water and other things I buy. I count the days they represent, The last shelf had three days worth on it. I think this girl either works for me, or is there to replace me.
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