I have already blogged about how I am unable to empathise with other people and struggle to understand their issues and events over the last couple of weeks have just emphasised this.
I went numb when I heard about the Germanwings flight crashing into the Alps, purely because of where it had taken off from. Once I had checked that there was no-one I knew on it, end of problem.
Jeremy Clarkson has been sacked for giving his producer a split lip, and yes, I signed the petition to get him re-instated. This is because I enjoy watching Top Gear, I like Jeremy Clarkson and so his sacking affects me as the show is no longer going to be the same and my enjoyment of it will be lessened.
I know that more people signed the Clarkson petition than signed one to end FGM, and I added to that imbalance, but FGM doesn't affect me therefore I have no interest. And I know that people will probably be horrified at that admission, but that is how I am.
If it doesn't affect me and mine, then it might as well be happening on Mars.
I don't mean gruel and straw mattresses, but the concept is good.
Apparently homelessness has increased more than 50% in the last 5 years, and this could be a way towards solving that issue.
A workhouse, for want of a better word, could provide a safe place to sleep, store personal items and three meals a day; a safe place to shower and launder clothes. In return, each resident goes out to work 5 days a week at one of an approved list of employers, with work clothes provided.
A weekly allowance would be given to allow leisure time activities but random drug and alcohol tests would be compulsory.
This would let the residents learn a trade and be able to apply for paying jobs eventually moving out of the workhouse and gaining independence.
What do you think?
Like most children, I called birds Dicky Birds, this was shortened in our family to Dick-Dicks. To this day we still say to the dog, 'don't leave your toys outside, the dick-dicks will have 'em', and she goes out to fetch them.
That's another thing, all our dogs have had names, but have always been referred to as 'The Dog'.
Oranges were 'nongs' and I still occasionally think this word in my head, the same with 'ooshes' which were shoes.
I can't hear the word 'phenomonen' without whispering 'do doo d-do do' under my breath and a video of The Muppets in my head.
(I know it's Mahna Mahna, but it is close enough in my head).
The word 'pastuerised' is always followed by 'cos past your eyes is best'.
'Flash' is always followed by 'a ah'.
'Vile' is always spat out in a Linda La Hughes way.
And Muriel is always pronounced as 'Mariel' and in an Australian accent.
Do you have any family words that you have to make sure you don't say in public?
I don't mean in the Freudian snake means a penis type thing.
And I know that if you are going through a trying time at work or in your personal life, your brain is not just going to switch off when you go to sleep. I understand that my dream about working at a till was because I had just done a 12 hour shift AT a till.
But recently, well over the last few years or so, I have been having dreams that, although they vary in theme, are always set around the same place - a building, or group of buildings - that I have never, ever seen, or at least do not recall seeing.
One set of dreams involved a white, single storey shopping complex. It was set in a green surrounding which doesn't exist as I know the road that I 'drove' out on to. The first time this property appeared in my dream, I was taking my original Fiat 500 to be repaired in the specialist garage there. I don't own a Fiat 500, original or otherwise.
The building next appeared in a dream a few nights later. This time I was shopping. As I walked down the lane (no car this time), one of my bags broke. A handy table was at the side of the road and I put all my shopping on there to try and sort it back into the remaining bags. The Police came along and arrested me for shoplifting as I could not find my receipts.
A few nights later I was back, with Mum and Dad, for my day in court - apparently the garage/retail shop emporium had one of those too - but I never actually made it to court as I woke up.
Another property was at the seaside. In one dream I was with a group of people, some I knew, some were the 'I know you in the dream but have no idea who you actually are, or even if you exist', type that always seem to pop up.
We were walking away from the sea front and passed a big white house with a huge balcony. A few nights later, the house was in my dream again, but this time I owned it and I was looking at the street I had previously walked down from inside it.
I have not dreamt of either of these places again.
Did the dreams mean something? Were they trying to tell me anything? Or, as is more likely, were the random firing of my synapses creating coherent images?
Will we ever know?
