Luke's Diary: An unlucky man in a zombie apocalypse. Days 601 - 756

Day 741: Thursday 6th September 2018

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Day 741
Thursday 6th September 2018

A rather nice day.

Caroline said she woke up in a great mood, which was a bit of a relief. After yesterday I wasn't sure if she'd still be in a mood. She told me she'd booked a meeting with the formidable Miss Fitch and that she was going to handle it whilst I went and did this newspaper photo shoot thing with Tara. We gave each other a kiss, parted on good terms and left feeling pretty good. Caroline said she found the note that said 'LOOK IN THE BACKGROUND.' I told her how I found out, not to worry and that it was probably kids messing around and trying to be funny. I binned the note and instantly forgot about it.

I did have another dream last night. This is the third one now and in each one I'm still in this horrible dingy room. This time, however I wasn't alone. For a few seconds there was this woman stood in the doorway to my room, talking to me. I can't remember what she was saying but I got the impression it was something very important. She was wearing black clothes and had a large hood which meant I couldn't see her face. She only stayed for a few moments and then quickly left. It was a bit like she was worried about getting caught doing something wrong. Strange. I wonder what it all means? As it's the third weird dream in a row I'm wondering if I should see a Doctor. Mind you, what would I say? "Help, I'm having weird dreams?" They'll laugh me out of the surgery.

I met Tara and Mrs Higginsworth in the town square as planned today. Mrs Higginsworth is a lovely old dear but she's a bit much and rather annoying. She kept saying what a lovely young boy I was and kept kissing me in the cheek and pinching my arse. Tara thought it was hilarious. I couldn't help but wonder if it would be seen as so funny if a dirty old man was touching up a young woman? Anyway, Tara took a photo of me with the wrinkly, randy old slut, got a few quotes off me and a few quotes off her. Once Mrs Higginsworth had gone I felt a bit relieved. "God, she's a handful," I said. "I think she'd like to get your handful," giggled Tara. "I don't know if you'd be laughing if an old man tried to stick his bony finger up your arsehole," I said, "Anyway, it's done now." "Oh, lighten up Luke," said Tara, "You stopped her from being mugged and attacked. You're a hero. She just wanted to show you her appreciation." "I think she wanted to show me a lot more than her appreciation, the dirty b*tch," I said, "Anyway, when will it go to print?" "I'll finish it all off today and it'll be in tomorrow's edition." "Great stuff," I said, "I'll let Caroline know." "Are you two OK?" asked Tara. "You mean after Mia opened her gob last night?" I said, "Yeah we're fine. Bl**dy Mia and her big gob." "She didn't mean any harm," said Tara, "It's a big adjustment for everyone to just cut Naomi out of their lives. It'll take some getting used to. Anyway enough about Naomi, are you OK?" "I'm fine," I said, "Look I'd better go but I'll look out for the article tomorrow."

I left the town square and went to work. Mia wouldn't stop telling me she was sorry for yesterday, TJ kept making jokes about how I spent more times in the papers than in the office and our lovely mayor Rick is off with the flu. We had a few parking issues to deal with today that took up far too much time as far as I'm concerned but apart from that it's been a relatively stress free day.

When I got home Caroline said she'd seen Miss F*tch and that she was a complete cow but thanks to her wit and charm (Caroline's, not Miss Fitch's) they managed to reach a mutual understanding and come to an agreement so Caroline's happy, Fitch the b*tch is happy and most importantly my boy, Kyle is happy. So we've got a happy Warm household at the moment. Good stuff.

Bed time soon. I wonder if I'll have any more weird dreams . . .