Well done

Olav deserves a big congratulations for truly kicking arse on Grand Slam (so I hear) and having a foxy sister (whom I've not seen since she was 10).

Dream dream

Had my first recurring dream over the weekend. After watching Orwell on TV, going to a pub, then club, then waiting for nearly an hour to get into a chinese restaurant, and seeing the sunrise on Wardour Street and dawn on Trafalgar Square I finally got to sleep at 6am Sunday morning. I dreamt I was working at my parents take away. The shop wasn't busy, but somehow I kept screwing up the orders. I kept thinking, normally I could work at this rate with my eyes closed. In the end, someone with yellow Marigolds on came and helped me. I don't know who he/she was.

Last night, after coming back from 3-0 down in pool to pull it back to 4-4, and then watching some of Nick of Time with Johnny Depp (what happens in the end?) I went to sleep. Same thing happened. I was working in my parent shop again. Again it isn't busy. Again I can't handle the demand. This time the whole kitchen stops for me to rectify my mistakes and waits.

Weird, non?