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Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Night of the Living Womble



Sometimes I worry that my job is getting to me...

Had a nightmare that I was being chased through the claustrophobic and gloomy Womble burrow by a rabid Great Uncle Bulgaria. It sounds funny but was absolutely terrifying! It ended with me pressing against the wall, the soil rough against my back, in pitch darkness as Bulgaria sniffed around for me - all while singing the Wombles theme off-key.

Heaven knows what he would have done to me if he'd caught me...

I certainly regarded the cuddly womble in our kitchen with suspicion this morning.

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