Dreams. Sometimes they seem to make perfect sense. For example, you may have been discussing a film or a book during the day, and then once you’ve retired to your bed, and the lights are switched off, you find the film or book incorporated into your dream. But sometimes you may find yourself waking up, scratching your head, and thinking: “What the heck was that all about?!”
That’s exactly how I felt this morning. I may have fallen asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow (which is a rare thing for me) but I’m still trying to fathom out what was going on in my head, whilst sleeping.
In my dream, I was a grand opera singer, living in an even grander manor house. In my arms, I carried a fake (yes, a fake) poodle dog. In my garden, the sky was covered in brightly coloured air balloons and luminous pink cars. One of my friends featured in this bizarre tale, and she had decided to change her nationality to South African. A Vicar also had a starring role, and he kept insisting on following me around with a champagne bottle. And not forgetting the outside bathroom which had been built onto my garden, and I was told not to enter it as Jesus Christ was inside.
Hmmm. Anyone else had a similar experience?!
Anyway, back to reality, and back to friends and food.
Last night, it was my turn to drive, and I collected my friend Helen for our monthly reunion. We'd decided to return to the charming countryside pub which we visited on our last rendezvous. Except I started driving to the wrong pub and didn’t realise this until my friend nervously asked, “Where are we going?” Whoops, time to do a 15 point turn in the road and head towards the correct destination.
Inside the correct pub, with the warm and cosy atmosphere, menus were scanned and drinks were ordered. The menu was pretty basic, but honest, good food. I ordered a panini with Mediterranean vegetables and mozzarella, with a side salad and skinny chips. It was yummy. And as always, it was fab to see my friend and have a good old-fashioned chinwag.
I took my friend home at the end of the night, and before we said our goodbyes, we both commented on the pleasant evening we'd had. I then continued the journey on to my house, where my mother’s mood and news brought me down a peg or two. Firstly, England are out of the European Championships Football, as they were beaten by Croatia. My mother is a huge football fan. Secondly, the boiler has packed up. Great, no heating or hot water for us until it’s fixed. And believe me when I tell you - it’s cold outside.
Picture of the day:
I wonder what this leaf tastes like?