Reddened eyes opened with the intensity of a subdued fever. The stench churned her stomach.
She couldn’t remember what had happened.
Cold settled on the back of her hand as something warm and soft snuggled against her, hot air curling into the back of her neck. Her lashes fluttered.
It was snowing.
She tried to remember where she was, how she’d gotten there and why she ached. The dog bite resurfaced in her mind with a strange hazy intensity. She looked at her hand where it lay across the paved floor. The bite had healed with only a dark purple mark under her skin. How could it have healed that quickly?
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That’s what I was doing in the middle of the night, just like Santa when he gets stuck down one of the Weight Watchers chimneys. Speaking of weight, I have lost some. I say ‘some’ but it’s over a stone.
I’m quite proud of myself even though I didn’t set out to do it. It seems that there are other advantages to being a lollipop lady other than the gratitude. Of course, the disadvantage is that it is still snowy here. I wouldn’t mind so much but I have to trudge through it to get to work and that is surprisingly hard going after you’ve walked so far. It is, however, probably part of why I’m so much thinner.
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Total. And utter. Boredom.
That’s what this snow is bringing me. I am now pretty much stuck in the house. The people in my house are getting quite tetchy. We’re all very tense. Arguments keep breaking out.
It’s like being stuck in a disaster movie or The Day After Tomorrow. I didn’t like that movie too much when they started burning all the books. I’m sorry, but I’d rather freeze to death than burn some brilliant works like that.
Am I the only one who thinks that?
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