Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday pink_weasel, best weaving, knitting, weaseling wife in the universe.

Off to Brighton now to see the sea and then run away ‘cos it will be freezing.

Oh, I’ve been told to tell you all about my dream last night that featured, in no particular order, switching lights on and off, a herd of cows, a sixth form Geography field trip, and the Top Gear presenters.

The sixth formers seemed actually to be my work colleagues; I fell asleep with the light on – hence that bit makes sense; the Top Gear presenters were clearly intended for Lettice and only missed by a few inches. But where did the cows come from?

Very True Mood:  happy