Well, that was weird
Aug. 26th, 2016 04:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootOur new cleaner turned up, a 25 year old Bulgarian who speaks more than anyone I ever met. She apologised, talked about working alone all day... and carried on talking. Clearly she wanted company.
Out of the blue she started talking to me about mediums and psychics, including Baba Vanga. I retain an interest in eschatology and am one of the few people outside of Bulgaria who have read about this seer. It was strange to hear a full on exploration of Vanga's prophecies about aliens, a third world war and people living underwater. I let the cleaner chatter on while I looked around to see if I had left any evidence of hokum in my front room... There was nothing there. She had no reason to assume my interest other than her enthusiasm. Having told me all I needed to know about the benefits of Henry hoovers, steam mops and now dead but always free Bulgarian prophetesses, she bimbled off to a barbeque. She was pleasant, very sunny, but the ruin of concentration - I got nothing done except instructing her. She reminds me of me! In fact she talks more than I do, though maybe at her age I could have matched her for loquaciousness. Possibly. If I could master the art of breathing through my ears.
Out of the blue she started talking to me about mediums and psychics, including Baba Vanga. I retain an interest in eschatology and am one of the few people outside of Bulgaria who have read about this seer. It was strange to hear a full on exploration of Vanga's prophecies about aliens, a third world war and people living underwater. I let the cleaner chatter on while I looked around to see if I had left any evidence of hokum in my front room... There was nothing there. She had no reason to assume my interest other than her enthusiasm. Having told me all I needed to know about the benefits of Henry hoovers, steam mops and now dead but always free Bulgarian prophetesses, she bimbled off to a barbeque. She was pleasant, very sunny, but the ruin of concentration - I got nothing done except instructing her. She reminds me of me! In fact she talks more than I do, though maybe at her age I could have matched her for loquaciousness. Possibly. If I could master the art of breathing through my ears.
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