Anxiety dreams

So first there was the dream of the flying nasties, then the teeth falling out dream, and last night, the house being broken into dream. I wasn't in it at the time; the police told me of a man called O Neil who broke in and stole nothing but destroyed what he could and urinated on what he couldn't. They warned me it was good that I wasn't there. I couldn't feel concerned really; someone showed me a new design for an office cubicle, Gaudi inspired; it was beautiful and airy but you had to clamber to get into it.

So, hmm, I am probably a bit nervous about the new gig. There is something in my head I want to write; may do so if I get time later.

The Watts Chapel, somewhere down the A3, England

A post for my scrapbook of the beautiful and bizarre, x-posted to 19th_century.


This chapel is quite extraordinary. It's got a touch of every influence you expect from the artistic imagination of Victorian England: Pre-raphaelite, Celtic, Egyptian and Indian all created by Mrs Watts, herself a curiously true-to-form Gaskellian archetype: a hardworking lady philanthropist/devoted wife/social liberal reformer/spiritualist determined to express herself through her visions and help the poor away from 'the gin palaces of Guildford' at the same time.

The Watts Chapel link is rich in info but poor on pictures, which is why, fascinating though it is, it's the last link I have added. When the_lore introduced me to the chapel I had no camera so I apologise for relying on other people's images.

( Watts Chapel outside, inside and web page )

Still not writing what I want to write. That may have to wait till night time. Must try not to fall asleep.