Last night I dreamt we were being burgled, and woke up with my heart thudding and feeling panicky and a bit sick. This is a typical advanced PMS dream, but no the less horrible for it.
Tonight I expect to dream of little fluffy clouds, perhaps soaked in whisky, but in the meantime I have to get through the first plumbing course of the year on the day of the month when everything I don't drop on the floor makes me cry.
We're having beetroot for tea though. That'll be nice.
joella
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