||[Jun. 1st, 2004|10:12 am]
Sun on the streets in defiance of the forecasters- and the drug dealers were out in the road, sitting on cars and chatting amiably with their associates: young men bonding, being awful, being happy. |
And we were inside, behind the net curtains, being entertained by the baby, eating pakoras.
Two mutually exclusive worlds within shooting distance of one another....
I had one of my anxiety dreams last night. I was a vicar again- as I so often am. Usually I've got a service to take and I can't find the place in the book; I stand there at the lectern, turning the page and turning the page; but this time was a little different. I had already announced I was leaving (under a cloud) but the parishioners were preparing for the Summer Fair and I was supposed to be taking an interest. It was awkward because no-one would speak to me. To make things worse I was under assault from vampires. I was trying to keep them at bay by making the sign of the cross- in the air, with my foot in the dust- and it wasn't working very well...