And the floors ran red with blood...
This morning I half woke up finding myself searching frantically for a hosepipe in my room to wash down the floors. I was spluttering to Vics something like
"Pipe, where's the pipe, need to get the hose"
and then as reality suddenly began to form around me I got just a little bit embarrassed. To me the most disturbing part of my job is the swilling out of the mess left behind by Halal and I think that that's what was playing on my mind. I did this not once but twice last night in a fitfull bout of sleep. Curious thing is the unconscious. Good thing I have little to hide from those I sleep near...
"Pipe, where's the pipe, need to get the hose"
and then as reality suddenly began to form around me I got just a little bit embarrassed. To me the most disturbing part of my job is the swilling out of the mess left behind by Halal and I think that that's what was playing on my mind. I did this not once but twice last night in a fitfull bout of sleep. Curious thing is the unconscious. Good thing I have little to hide from those I sleep near...