I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Chapter 5: The Vicar and The Watcher

The Doctor walked up to the door of the chapel, which stood open. He went inside, peering around in the dim light, not sure himself, just what he was hoping to find. “Hello? Anyone home?” Like his footsteps, his voice also echoed off the stone walls. But the Doctor received no answer. He shrugged. “Bit damp and musty in here,” he muttered to himself, “what this place needs in some good central heating. No wonder it’s empty.”

Above her, the harsh booming call of a raven startled Martha. She looked up, annoyed. When she returned her gaze to the person, she saw the tall man, standing directly behind the mourner. Before she could call out a warning, the skeletal man pointed his finger at the person’s back. A glowing green mist slowly formed around the mourner. The person stood upright, stiffened and screamed horribly as the body slowly disintegrated into the earth. As Martha slunk further behind the tree, she heard a ghastly laugh issue forth from the tall man. But he wasn’t finished. He raised his arm and lowered it towards the mound of fresh earth. Slowly, the earth moved, and a coffin appeared from beneath the dirt.

You know, I sort of feel sorry for people who’ve never known the joy of pet ownership. Tho’, to be perfectly honest, there’s some people totally unsuited for it--I especially wince when I see someone who owns a “trophy” pet--or a “trophy” kid, for that matter--a status symbol, nothing more than a living piece of bric-a-brac. Shame, that.

Because pets give us so much: If you love your cat or dog, truly love it, chances are that it will love you back--totally, unconditionally, 110%. How many humans can we say that about, that we’ve known? Our mum’s if we’re lucky, our dad’s too, if one is very lucky--if one is quite exceptional, then one might even say that about a partner or the person you are married to--or even a close friend. But with a bet, unconditional love is nearly a certain thing--if you give, they will give and give and give, in return.

Had a funny thing happen, this morning, after I’d opened the window to the mini-balcony. I’d put a chair in front of it, and the cats do indeed take turns looking out and sniffing the air, watching all the activity--keeping an eye peeled for birds, of course.

Well, it was Boot’s turn. He was looking down out of the window, when he sat up straight. He suddenly turned his head towards me and let loose with an excited yowl. I went over to see what had caused his sudden excitement--well…Boots may be neutered, but, he’s still a “ladies man.” There on the front lawn next door, was the calico from next door. (Calicos cats by some genetic mutation thingy, are nearly always female.) Oh, doesn’t old Bootsie have the hots for her, now! Whoo-hoo--va-va-va-voom! Well, she does have a nice figure and a lovely shiny coat, he-he. He may be neutered, but he’s not dead!

Well, I finally figured out how to get around the dodgy old cursor problem--without having to go to the bother of getting rid of Firefox to see if that’s the problem--from here on in, I’ll just open Word, type what I have to say, then cut and paste it. Bit of a bother, because I prefer to just plunge right into my blog and just write off the cuff, but, it’s either cut and paste or completely eliminate my blog.

I couldn’t believe that cursor! I mean, if I were typing this on my blog? My cursor would still be typing the word, “dodgy” right now, and I wouldn’t be able to make changes/corrections, or use my mouse, or much of anything--until the cursor stopped tying everything….a very long wait indeed, yesterday. And it only occurred on the UK blog, when I wanted to write--didn’t happen in the comments box, or anywhere else, just the place where you post new entries. Not good.

Anyway, it’s gone from snowstorms and below freezing temps that we had for the last two weeks, on past spring, and straight into summer! Yeah, it’s going to be in the mid-70’s F, today, and nearly 80, tomorrow. Right now, it’s nearly 10.00 in the morning over here, and it’s already 53 degrees F (12 C)!

Knowing how hot it’s going to be for the next couple of days, I looked over my summer wear--and hung my head in shame. OMG!! Only four tee shirts out of over a dozen weren’t stained, holey or badly faded. Ah well. Chav is as chav wears. I have a chav apartment, work in chav jobs, might as well go all the way, ey? There’s worse things than being a chav, I suppose--I could be a..(gasp)..a yuppie….or worse, a redneck.

I heard a nice bit of music the other day, by some group called, I think, the Pet Shop Boys. Never heard of them--the store was playing it--an album or song or whatever, called, “Minimal.” Not bad, rather liked it. Can’t buy it, but, I liked listening to it, anyhow.

Well, off to do the morning washing up, finish sorting the still-mountain-sized pile of washing. It’ costs too much right now to make more than one trip a week to the Laundromat--I had to buy a new mouse at the mall, Friday, because mine wasn’t working properly--and it costs 10 dollars round trip to the mall. I was able to buy some groceries, as there’s a department store there, with a small grocery section, as well as a pet food section, so I’ll be okay for the week--but only have about 25 dollars left until Friday--so while I was hoping to make a second trip to the laundry this week (suddenly, my Word programme wants to capitalize “Laundromat.” Why? Is that a brand name or something? like “Scotch Tape” or “Coke?” Guess it must be. Odd--never knew that…) anyway, begging off on the laundry, this week.

I’m thinking tho’ with the warmer weather, that I’ll have to put a fan or two on layaway at the WalMarts--I couldn’t take my small air conditioner with me, as I simply wasn’t physically able to lift it when I moved myself, last November. I’m going to miss that. There is, actually, a big air conditioner stuck in the closet of my apartment--no idea if it works, or where one would even put it--It weighs probably, about 75 pounds--it’s too heavy for me to even shift a half-inch!
I confess, too, I’d gotten a small commission bonus in my check--30 dollars, and I took half and indulged myself---I was so very exhausted Friday, to be quite honest--and went to a restaurant in the mall and had a real sit-down dinner…my first in months. Oh, I’ve gotten Burger King and Chinese takeaway, from time to time--not often, but sometimes--but I’d not had a sit-down meal in a real proper restaurant in months. In light of my recent ordeal with the injury, I decided I deserved this….of course, the prices gave me a bit of indigestion, ha-ha. But, by opting not to go for dessert and coffee after, with the tip, the bill fell right exactly within my budget. And, I had enough left over to take home for seconds, later that night! Still feel a bit guilty, tho'.

As I wrote to someone recently how bad TV is, not just here in the states, but everywhere across the globe. All this money floating about---funny, but shows made in the 70's seem to be more popular than ever--yet they had much lower budgets--but then, the writing was much better--more imaginative, I think. And, over here--we only had three stations to choose from! 200 channels, and TV from the 3 channel era is better, mostly--what's that say about us?

I jumped in my trusty Tardis--mine's stuck in the shape of a 1984 Ford Escort--and brought back two videos of future television programmes. Enjoy:

Here's some more gay Dalek videos:

Oh wait, that first one isn't a gay Dalek, it's just French. Sorry.