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News update from the creepy suburb!
Ok, back now. The person at the door turned out to be my husband! Which I had sort of half-expected, but since he called out “Honey, I’m home!” (I mean how much of a cliché is that?) I began to suspect that maybe he had changed too.
Well he looked the same, only he’d had a haircut (it’s very blue-collar now) (can you say that about a haircut?) and the jacket he was hanging up was not one I’d seen before. At this time of year he usually wears his Angel-coat (*drool*), only now he had a boring tan-coloured jacket. But then it’s all sunny and warm outside, so I guess we’re not in the UK anymore. And then he asked me how I felt and kissed me... on the forehead!? Huh? He must have sensed that something was wrong, because he sat me down and I began to ask questions. It went something like this:
Me: Where are we? And why are we here? And where’s all our stuff? And the girls?...”
Husband: “Is this some strange pregnancy thing?”
Me: “What? I went to bed last night in our own house, and woke up here this morning and it’s sort of freaking me out!”
Husband: ”But you were the one who wanted to move!”
Me: “Move where?”
Husband: “Oh, dear!” (thinks) “You must have amnesia!”
Me: “Amnesia?”
Husband: ”Oh, the producers will probably be very happy about that. Let me give them a call!”
Then he disappeared. When he came back a little later, he said that he had to get back to work, but just wondered how much I recalled... I did remember Buffy and Angel right? I must have looked rather shocked at this, because - forget Buffy? Just not possible! And then (to explain I suppose) he added: “You know - those documentary shows you used to love!”
Documentary????
Then he had to run, because he needed to get something to eat before going back to the office. But he did say he’d pick up the children, so at least I don’t have to worry about that! And a producer is coming round in a while, so hopefully I’ll find out what’s going on... my guess is that we’re in some reality-tv show. But I would never want to go on one of those, so I’m still very confused.... *sigh*
Next part.
Well he looked the same, only he’d had a haircut (it’s very blue-collar now) (can you say that about a haircut?) and the jacket he was hanging up was not one I’d seen before. At this time of year he usually wears his Angel-coat (*drool*), only now he had a boring tan-coloured jacket. But then it’s all sunny and warm outside, so I guess we’re not in the UK anymore. And then he asked me how I felt and kissed me... on the forehead!? Huh? He must have sensed that something was wrong, because he sat me down and I began to ask questions. It went something like this:
Me: Where are we? And why are we here? And where’s all our stuff? And the girls?...”
Husband: “Is this some strange pregnancy thing?”
Me: “What? I went to bed last night in our own house, and woke up here this morning and it’s sort of freaking me out!”
Husband: ”But you were the one who wanted to move!”
Me: “Move where?”
Husband: “Oh, dear!” (thinks) “You must have amnesia!”
Me: “Amnesia?”
Husband: ”Oh, the producers will probably be very happy about that. Let me give them a call!”
Then he disappeared. When he came back a little later, he said that he had to get back to work, but just wondered how much I recalled... I did remember Buffy and Angel right? I must have looked rather shocked at this, because - forget Buffy? Just not possible! And then (to explain I suppose) he added: “You know - those documentary shows you used to love!”
Documentary????
Then he had to run, because he needed to get something to eat before going back to the office. But he did say he’d pick up the children, so at least I don’t have to worry about that! And a producer is coming round in a while, so hopefully I’ll find out what’s going on... my guess is that we’re in some reality-tv show. But I would never want to go on one of those, so I’m still very confused.... *sigh*
Next part.