You know, I've found that as the days go by, events and the thoughts in my head get ever stranger. Yesterday, for instance a man came up to me at the train station and asked if I'd ever seen him before because he was sure he'd seen me and could I help jog his memory?
I was unable to help.
Then, the other day my neighbour knock on the door saying there was something wrong with his dog. I don't know why, because I don't even like dogs that much. They eat, they poo, they run about and sleep on your sofas making them hairy. Repeat 70000 times then they die, end. Anyway, it seems that in my neighbor's mind I'm a some sort of free amateur veterinarian. Turns out dog just had a sleepy leg like I sometimes get when I've been looking at Facebook for too long. Neighbor now thinks I'm some kind of dog-healer as I just stroked it a bit and then it got up.
Then was called in by other neighbor who was having an Ikea furniture assembly party with 3 of her gentlemen friends. I'm an expert in sofa construction too. Amazing. Said trio were standing about in a sea of cardboard and assorted Swedish-sofa-bits saying that there was some kind of manufacturing error. I sorted them out by reading the instructions (well looking at the pictures).
It's a good job I live here, I'm probably the only one with any tools or practical knowledge.
And definately the only one with the doggie-healing hands. Hallelujah!
