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I think I mentioned this year is going well? But last week, particularly Tuesday evening, I was tired and happy, but everything just seemed a touch surreal:

* I found myself describing sleep in phrases like "falling contentedly into the arms of Morpheus"
* I spilt Ribina from the jug as I was pouring it. "Quick, arms, stop pouring," cried my brain. However, it all went onto a large plastic bag, and got poured away without ever touching the table.
* I couldn't find the binbags. Which is very weird when you're preparing for a party. I'm sure I *had* some. I never put them anywhere *other* than the cupboard under the sink. But no.
* I rescued the free Kind Hearts and Coronets DVD from the Daily Mail it came in and threw it out, but all afternoon spent wondering "Why is there a Daily Mail there? Whose is it? Oh yes, it's mine."
* After my party, the toilet paper disappeared. I'm sure there was most of a roll beforehand. Was someone ill? Sympathy, I didn't *notice*. Did someone steal it? No, there were the right number of tubes. It doesn't matter at all, it just makes me feel like there are gremlins, and I very much like being in control of my environment :)