Yellow House

Well.. yesterday's entry never happened, and I can't guarantee much for today's. I fly to London tonight and I am mentally in 600 places. Last night the phone rang at 11pm and becuase i had been asleep for an hour I thought it was my alarm and time to get up and so slept badly all night.. I then had this really strange dream.. and in describing it it may not seem strange, but I can't shake nor place the yakky feeling that came with it.

So I was picked up by a boy.. man really in his car, an old convertible something something and he wanted to take me to lunch. We were sitting in the back and he kept trying to kiss me, but i wished he would just watch where he was going. Anyway we are headed down Michigan Avenue and he wanted to take me to Lawry's or it might have been Trotter's (neithr of which I might add is on Michigan) but I was wearing Jamie's denim jacket (I wear it on the motorbike) and jeans so I couldn't get in.. and then I woke up. See.. seems very innocuous. Maybe it's becuase I am reading Mimi Sheraton's "Eating my words"

Anyway today I did a home visit.. made mum feel like someone cares, though unsure what on earth we are going to do with this child. but.. more later. I have a few chores to do before i leave town. Uuurgh. what sort of blog entry is this? Much to say.. next week perhaps. Mum - I'll talk to you from Mel's. b xx

April 3

I am a little distracted today. Any wit or wisdom has abandoned me. Maybe it did so long ago but I am feeling it this afternoon. I've been at the hospital all day seeing patients. The joy of being referred a 2 year old I tell you.. of course the predicament is that now i have all these follow ups scheduled and I wasn't going to see patients for speech therapy.