To The Surrey Hills And Back Again

[poliphilo]

I like the Surrey Hills. I can see why the Victorians wanted to fit a family mansion into every bosky nook and cranny.

Dunsfold has an early English church. Simon Jenkins gives it two stars. In the valley below is a holy well- not much visited by the look of things- where the water has a chemical composition similar to the water at Lourdes.

We had a nice meal in a gastro pub for which we paid Surrey Hills prices....

We called in on my mother in her Care Home. I don't think she knew who any of us were.

On our way home we took a wrong turning, took the advice of our sat-nav and found ourselves on a wiggly lane with flood waters at the bottom and had to retrace our route.

I coughed a lot during the day. I continued coughing into the night.

The dreams were vivid. In one of them an old friend was being pestered by a husband she wanted to divorce so I killed him with my bare hands. I then had to commit another two murders to cover my tracks.

Comments

[lokbiiviing]

Onion milk. You need to drink onion milk.

I have never drank it and there is no medical proof hat it works but it sounds so vile that your cough runs off in sheer terror.

That dream is absolutely horrible but still I feel the need to thank you for what you did on her behalf. XD

[poliphilo]

I've never come across onion milk. I think I may try to keep things that way.

The dream wasn't particularly emotive- or realistic. It wasn't nightmarish. I seem to remember that I sort of tore my victims up- as though they were made of paper or thin plastic.