C'est Ma Vie

I've come home for the weekend, so of course I had many strange dreams - I wish I could remember more of them, but I do remember helping Vernon Kay (from T4) out by comparing or something a show he was doing at a theatre and he was really grateful so he gave me a hug so I exclaimed 'Where's the love? and then 'where's the lurrve?' Very strange. The other night I dreamt that I was having to fight off an invasionand mum had given me some weapons, including a pole with a round serrated metal thing on the end and a bow and an arrow, and I mean AN arrow, a single arrow. I can't remember much more about that one except that I was hiding, waiting for them to come 'in the trouser department', ducking down beside a counter and behind a rack of trousers. All very weird and very enjoyable, dreaming is good.

I did have lots more to write about the saga of my life but I just realised what time it was, never mind.