Today, something rather creepy happened to me.

On my lunch hour, as per usual I left the Starship Enterprise to head up into Ale Town to get some lunch. I also wanted to wander about the market (as it was Wednesday!) to get some fabric for my rat cage.

On my way up into Ale Town I saw a slightly crazy looking man heading towards me. He was around 80 years old, was wearing pink denim hot pants, a string vest and a floppy plastic fishermans hat. He was quite jumpy and was crashing into people he was passing (although I don’t think he was drunk!) so I steered clear as I walked past. But just as I did, he muttered my name under his breath, very slowly and calmly. I stopped and looked at him, and he gave me a toothless grin then pottered back off down the road. Needless to say I was FREAKED OUT!! Who was this man? How did he know my name? Was he some sort of being from another life who landed on Earth no more than 20 minutes before and had to raid the charity shop we had just passed for clothing?

Who knows. I certainly don’t.

Then to top it off, I bought some “this is not just soup, this is the creamiest, most deliciously home made soup you will ever eat” from a High Street Retailer who for legal reasons shall remain nameless. I got back to the Enterprise and heated it up in a microwave that is one up from death. All of my lovely colleagues use it on a daily basis to heat up frozen ready meal curries, then don’t bother cleaning it afterwards. So my deliciously overpriced soup came out smelling of chicken jalfrezi. Nice.

Lady S

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