The Meerkat Muse: 18th of June, 2025
Welcome back to the latest edition of the Meerkat Muse! Where do I start?! Well, let us rewind to the 4th of June, exactly two weeks ago…
A Tangled Mess
Between my own apparent forgetfulness, and the powers-that-be expecting more from the showroom than is feasible, I had what might best be described as a miserable day at work. I had forgotten to send over some plans to a customer, sent them, and it then turned out I’d sent the wrong ones. We then took delivery of some display stands, only we couldn’t actually take delivery of them, owing to the delivery vehicle, and our extremely limited entry to the store. Cue a grumpy delivery driver, who at one point got the wrong end of the stick regarding a colleague, and subsequently got even more agitated. Then there were some ‘do as I say, not as I do’ moments, which never fail to piss me off.
I am struggling to contain my dissatisfaction with my job, and I have resolved to contain myself, my humour, my laughter, my personality, when at work. I wish I could completely decouple from the place, but my efforts to find a new role I can feel happy in have not borne fruit yet.
Did I or Didn’t I?
If you cast your mind back to my previous Muse, I had posed a notion at the very end. Would I or would I not end up as the proud owner of a Nintendo Switch 2?
The short answer is yes!
The long answer is that I am still overcoming buyer’s remorse, and this follows a somewhat fortunate experience on day one, which was nearly a disaster. I got around it, and got home to experience that gleeful pleasure of setting up a new console.
The Latest Dream Saga
As is clear by now, I am prone to some strange dreams, and the other night was no exception. It started with a quest for a new tattoo, and it saw me wind up in a new tattoo parlour. Whilst there, I decided I couldn’t wait for the tattooist, so I grabbed the needle, and started to do it myself. Needless to say this would prove to be a very bad idea in real life! However, it all worked out fine in the dream, and I met up with my wife, who’d had a couple of new tattoos that made her look supremely hot 🥵(which to be fair, she does anyway!).
As is the want of dreams, and especially my dreams, the scene abruptly shifted. My next dream focused on a reunion of hobbits, meeting in a tavern to discuss a new rising evil, which involved dwarves. The dream cut to a scene involving dwarves, who had captured the dragon from Shrek. She was trying to gain more power through sunlight, and called for help. Frieza, a villain from the Dragonball series, showed up to help, but the small globe he sat on broke, leaving him stranded on the floor of my workplace, whilst a colleague handed out brochures.
If anyone wants to interpret any or all of that, be my guest.
A Damming Indictment
My wife was taking my daughter to school the other morning, when she encountered a woeful example of what happens when you encourage wannabe neo-Nazis. It came about owing to a misunderstanding about a woman wanting to ask a bus driver a question, which to another woman loudly and rudely protesting, and continuing to do so, even after getting on the bus, and despite how the first woman did wait to get on. The complainer – let’s call them B – then remarked that the first woman – A – would be deported to her own country if Farage got into power, and then B made a similar remark to a third person, C, who piped up in defence of A. Persons A and C just so happened to be black, and here’s the kicker – C was born and bred in the UK. In a twist of irony, B did not sport an English accent either.
This row was taking place on a busy bus, with school kids on board. The ‘conversation’ is indicative of the mentality of Farage’s supporters, who parrot his lines about immigration, without pausing to wonder who or what Farage actually is. Such open displays of racism on local buses should be of grave concern to everyone, and displays of ignorance about where people come from, based purely on their skin colour, should have been a thing of the past decades ago.
The Deceptive Sun
Last Tuesday held a grey, overcast appearance in the morning, lending me to believe that by the time I left to collect my daughter from school, I would need my hoodie. Within five minutes of leaving the house, the clouds broke, and the sun beat down upon my wrapped up self. It was not long before I began to sweat, and had to shed my extra layer. Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining – ordinarily the reverse would be true, and I’d have no relief from it – but the heatwave was supposed to start the following day.
The weather has generally been pleasant, but there’s been a few rainy days, which to be fair is not entirely unusual for June. At least the trend is for things to be warm, with further warmth expected. Summer is always preferable to winter in my house!
Hay-Fever rears its Ugly Head
It’s like there’s been a pollen explosion in Essex. I have not known or felt such pain in my sinuses from hay-fever before now. The meds help, but they make me drowsy, which ain’t good when you have a nine and a half hour day at work! Why can’t these massive EuroMillions jackpots end up in my hands?! I’d still have hay-fever, but at least I could suffer in pampered luxury…
A Not-so Impressive Storm
Friday night saw the promise of a thunderstorm, which can be an impressive sight, but aside from a couple of rumbles of thunder, was it all that? Not really. It did bring rain, and a fair bit of it, which to be fair was good for the garden and greenery.
The Unexpected Fireworks
On Saturday night, as we were trying to sleep, my wife, daughter and I were all abruptly woken by the sudden release of several fireworks. At first I thought it was gunfire, and it lasted for around a minute before stopping. It was completely random, and very close-by. I don’t object to fireworks, but having them suddenly go off at nearly midnight, virtually on my doorstep, that’s a slightly different matter, and rather inconsiderate on the part of whomever let them off.
The Mercury keeps Rising
As we draw to the end of this Muse, it is worth noting that the temperature has been steadily in the mid-twenties, creating a pleasant sense of summer. So far, I have been at work during the best of it, so haven’t been able to do what I truly want, which is sit in the garden with my book. With luck the nice weather will hold, and I will get my desired opportunity.!
Nocturnal Insanity
The last two dreams of this Muse cycle were both off the wall, and completely mad. I think I know what inspired them, even if I haven’t fully processed them.
First up, a dream about nuclear power plants, and meltdowns, and some people who wanted me dead, owing to my apparent role in a radioactive wasteland. These people happened to be gangsters, and they happened to be armed, a point that was made very clear to me when they pointed a gun to my head. They permitted my wife and daughter to leave, so as not to be witnesses to my violent execution, but once they were go I somehow was able to get free, and fight my way around a dirty street.
The second dream concerned a fierce confrontation at a large warehouse, and later, some sort of transport, involving tiles and other bathroom products. A random bloke was giving me grief, and I was more or less ignoring him, as I just wasn’t in the mood for the conversation. At one point, I was hacking bokoblins stuck in a cage, which didn’t seem to connect to the rest of the dream at all, but that’s my dreams for you!
With that, it is time to end this Muse. Take care everyone, until next time!
