The learned and well read amongst you willl realise that the title contains an allusion to a book by Jane Austen called Nothanger Abbey. In it Catherine Morland, the antethesis of a good heroine, is scared out of her wits by an overactive imagination and too much reading.
I'm currently in a (mental) hospital called St David's, as a student, not a patient, although that might change as the weeks progress. St David's is an old victorian mental asylum made out of dark stone on the top of the hill away from the town behind a stone wall where the sun never shines and it is always gloomy. Everytime I go through the gates I get scared, very scared.
When I return to my lonely B&B, situated up a very dark single track lane overshadowed by trees I am still scared. I think that there is a monster in the bathroom and the rain taps on the windows as if someone is out there!
Apart from becoming worryingly edgy I have been trying to contain myself by switching on the bathroom light, flinging wide the shower curtains (the landlady come in and shuts them completely everyday when I'm out so you can't see into the bath at all...at least I hope it's the landlady) and telling myself in my head not to be so stupid. I'm still convinced that the man who lives across the hall is an escaped convict but I might deal with that fear soon.
Moving on to happier things, I'm very glad that Sarah has now posted on the blog although I am puzzed as to which anonymous person has commented that she rocks. The list of possible authors is very long, but not particularly distinguished.
Yes they are my wellies in the picture but it's not me wearing them... the mystery continues...
I'm currently so desperate (for company) that I'm missing everyone, even the boys across the road who made me cry!
Fran
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