Wednesday Club #dreamdiary 211

I’m on a night out at a club. There’s a group of us in designer suits with a few happy fillies and I’m not the designated driver tonight. The club is one of those large spaces that’s designed for the weather. It takes ages to get to the bar. It’s at the end of a long corridor of shrubbery. I think about ordering a beer then think that this place is a bit more designer so I have a mojito instead and it comes in a tumbler layered up like rainbows. I’m vaguely aware that someone thinks that I owe them money but I’ve already paid them off. I just hope that they can remember. At least I can take them on if necessary. We ascend a metal staircase to a rooftop garden where I see a group of shops opposite. I feel like I have to hit those at some point.

Mapping it Out

The girls were given a map and an activity sheet and were pointed towards the first step of the trail. A lot of the snow had started to melt which ruined the magic somewhat. But we could still see that a lot of effort had gone into creating it, and it was a shame that we couldn’t book one of the night sessions where it would all be lit up. The first stop was at the reindeer which were sheltered by some very thinning Christmas trees, but the decorations looked expensive. There was a question and a photo opportunity at each stop. In all the excitement of what lay ahead, we somehow missed the very first question and had to head back to the cows. I guess we had our eyes on the reindeer. Then we spotted a charming fox sculptured out of wood whilst holding a wreath from its mouth. I hope he hasn’t got stung.

What If the postman brought you a letter from an aunt you didn't even know you had?

I would have questions. Who is this mysterious person that’s been hidden away from me for all this time? Why has she been concealed from me? Is she a criminal that’s just discovered me? What if my whole family has been on the run from her all this time because she’s crazy scary and powerful? And how do I know who to believe? It could be a con started by the postman. Id have to seek out answers from my family. And why does she choose this moment for a reunion? Is there a death imminent and we want to make sure that there’s no regrets? Or is someone trying to get up on a deal somewhere? I should really ask for some proof. Does my brother know? Am I the outcast or is she? There could be a fortune involved or it could be my downfall. Or she could just want to meet me and make her own mind up.

Churchfields Fairy Trail

This was a fun little activity that we could do with the girls just before the schools start to organise their lessons. It’s set in the countryside a few miles outside of Droitwich, and it’s a little drive down some narrow country lanes to get there, with just a small space for passing points on the final approach. It’s only been developed to host events in the last ten years, but a lot of work has been put into it. The road opens out onto a gravel road where’s there ample parking. Grassy areas are towards the back, and there’s more stones as you get nearer to the front. Just before the zebra crossing to the main entrance, there’s a vending machine where you can purchase milk directly from the farm. You can bring your own container or purchase one of theirs from the shop. Then it’s into the barn to get checked in for our walk.

Are you Local?

Is she going to talk to me in a silly voice? Perhaps she’s going to look up local happenings and sports results for me? Or does it all depend upon where I live and what data is available online? Does she know where she is? Perhaps she’ll admit that she’ll do her best to keep up with local events or tell me what the better resources are. The first thing that she tells me is that I’m in a safe environment. That gives me reason to stay. I’m then told that I’m not a local as there’s nothing for me here. It then gets a bit repetitive. I wonder if these are all quotes from The League of Gentlemen, of which I’ve never really seen. It all seems to entertain a fetish in a grotesque way. But if it’s all to do with the village shop and how people are treated, I’m willing to give it a look.

Lesson Time

It’s time for online school, but who’s teaching who? A limited number of children were allowed to come into school depending on their parent’s circumstances, mainly those who were vulnerable and couldn’t get access online. Others earned a place owing to their parents being key workers, but these places were harder to fill and were more popular. Millions of kids are forced to complete their lessons on a computer and have to master some IT skills very quickly, alongside some parents and grandparents. There was a list of things that we had to do and make sure that we could pass these onto the children. We also had to make sure that we had the right access codes and that these were kept secure. Or was this a reminder that someone’s nails needed trimming? I wonder if the system’s still there lurking in the background ready in case it’s needed again.

Canada school shooting latest: Police reveal details about attacker Jesse Van Rootselaar

It’s important to get the right details out to avoid speculation. There could be a backlash blamed on people that had no involvement on the incident whatsoever. But releasing this information to the public could cause a backlash if they’re not careful. Everyone has the right to free speech, but it’s what they do with it that counts. And this sort of thing is common in the US, but we hear less of it up north. Its almost as if we think that they’re more civilised. And it’s more terrifying when the attacker dies as well. It’s harder for people to find out why. The fact that makes this one so controversial is that it involves a transgender person. Could it be that they are struggling with their position or they were reacting to some bullying? There’s so much that we don’t know here, and this could open up a whole range of issues.