So the past day and a half have been the usual wobbly affairs, by which I mean they have gone up and then down as the hours have passed. First thing, we went on a walk with Auntie Rose to the woods. That was lovely. There was unexpected rain as we set off and the roads were pretty sticky, but by the time we arrived the skies had cleared and we had a lovely stroll. Dogs and friend had a nice time, and there was even a chance to stop for a cuppa before we headed home. Within five minutes
Tag: Sleep
I threw myself out of bed last night. I can’t recommend it. I had been dreaming about a comedienne who did a great routine (well done Aisling), then she introduced a two-piece singing group who were singing a lovely song that I was sure I had heard before. I was chatting to a man with a strong West Indian accent about the music when, as so often happens, crocodile-shaped space aliens descended en masse and tried to eat us all. I attempted to twist out of the way of one…and ended up on the floor, via the handles of my
Don’t panic ! This post is not as dark as the title suggests. When I was a child, I had many dreams, and some nightmares. My dad (who was a character) talked to me about dreams and explained that the worst never actually happens. For example, you never actually die. You may think you are going to, you may head towards the big crash…but the dream ends just before the crucial moment. OF course being “my dad” he explained that the moment you actually do dream of death then you have actually died and it is all over. Sleep well,