From my Diary  Monday 2nd June 08

I did a reading this morning, the first card to fall from the deck was The Chariot. I raised my eyebrows and called the next card, wondering if I was carrying someone elses energy, it couldn`t be mine, the furtherest thing from my personal or surrounding energy was the energy of the Chariot.

The Chariot. Pfft. Indeed.

It was such a peaceful, organised day.

Ben got off to work, the girls to school, Shyla to work (she lives with us now), Dan had the day off and I went to the library.

Life has been so full of positive directions in the last month that I`ve barely had time to catch my breath.

By this afternoon I was onto it, Ben was home, Shyla got off early so Dan and Ben went to pick her up (1 1/2 hour return trip), the girls weren`t due from the bus for 2 hours, so I had some comfy time to myself.

It was overcast and drizzling rain outside, the fire inside was crackling quietly, combined with the sound of rain falling on our tin roof, I was in a state of pure comfort and contentment.

I made a coffee, got my pad and pen, curled up on the lounge and started to write.

Little dog started barking madly, which is something he only does if there`s a strange car or person here. I sighed and put down my pen.

There was a quiet knock on the front door, I had no idea who it would be, very few people ever turn up here unannounced.

1. Cos it`s a long way to come for no reason if there isn`t anybody home, and

2. I have no friends, none that would just call by anyway.

Before I even got off the lounge I knew it was the Plod (Police).

I had a "car thing" with them a few weeks ago, which I`d called the station and spoken to them about on Friday, "Constable phone answerer" told me I would "maybe" get a notice of "failure to comply with police direction", so I presumed the "maybe" had grown over the weekend in a definate, hence them being on my doorstep.

I smiled brightly, wishing for a milisecond that I hadn`t had that joint while I`d made my coffee, opened the door and say in my best stoned voice "HI!" :D

Which actually came out as "Heeeeyy", looking at them through sleepy eyes.

Then it turned up.

The Chariot and its energy came crashing down upon me and the surrounding energy.

*sigh*

Constable "I`m the boss" tells me they`re investigating an assault that occured in the estate a few months ago, they have information that the "attackers" live here, do I know anything about it?

Fuuuck. I SO wish I didn`t have that joint now.

"I know what you`re talking about, I know who lives here and I can`t help you with anything else sorry", I reply guardedly.

Constable "I wish I WAS the boss" asks "Where`s the 4 wheel drive that was parked down there?" and pointed to where the truck was parked when I ran it backward through the fence - OVER A MONTH AGO!

Snooping lil ****ers aren`t they.

"The boys have it" I reply

"Who`s the boys?" asks the plod

"The boys you`re here about" I reply

"Ben and Daniel?" Constable Super Intelligence asks

I wink at him "you`re all over it aren`t you."

We establish who and where the boys are, they give me a business card, tell me to get Ben to call them and off they ****.

I spend the next hour and a half STRESSING THE **** OUT, waiting for the boys to get home. They get home, Ben calls Constable "I`m the boss" who casually tells him he`s busy at the moment but will get back to him and hangs up.

Yay. I love suspense.