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Aug. 13th, 2016 08:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
froodleI had a dream last night that members of the Chinese Mafia ate all my egg custard tarts. I think they were coming to do crime, but I was like, would you like some tarts and they were really enthusiastic about having them, so I felt bad. When I woke up, Mike told me he dreamed the council were paving our road with brooms and people who walked too slowly got swept along by the tarring crews. They were so tired that when the brush caught them, they flopped limply and rolled along the uneven ground without protest. Now we're going to M&S to buy tarts and watch out for roving gangs of pavers/tart eaters on the way.
Also, yesterday I saw an awkwardly smiling dog. He passed me on the narrow walkway along the north quay and he was big so I had to squeeze to one side to let him pass. His mouth was smipy but his eyebrows were apologetic and he trotted past quickly,like he didnt want to be stroked. It makes me happy when dogs are awkward and apologetic for existing; i feel like its ok when i do it then.
Also, yesterday I saw an awkwardly smiling dog. He passed me on the narrow walkway along the north quay and he was big so I had to squeeze to one side to let him pass. His mouth was smipy but his eyebrows were apologetic and he trotted past quickly,like he didnt want to be stroked. It makes me happy when dogs are awkward and apologetic for existing; i feel like its ok when i do it then.
