Oh well
1. At 7am this morning as I was striding along Hammersmith road, my head still full of dreams of Frida Khalo (deep green and reds), I heard a horse neighing. A horse, in Hammersmith, I thought, shaking off the remains of the dream and looking around. But then I realised it must have been somebody’s ring tone; that was rather sad.
2. The rest of the day was spent trying to cram a week’s work into 11 hours, and having no time to pee. As I put my coat on to leave at 7pm, I did wonder if this was what life is all about; dreams of vivid colours, disappointment, and water retention.
3. Got home, got a cuddle out of the cutest kitten in the whole world, a glass of wine out of a bottle of rioja; good night, blogfolks. Do have colourful dreams. I know I will.
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5 comments:
Y. How marvellous you should post about dreams. I rarely remember my dreams vividly, but last night's involved a particularly charismatic lecturer.
...and horse-y ringtones. Don't forget that...
And the issue with novelty ringtones is?
*Adjusts volume on 'Rhubarb and Custard' theme tune*
jesus, woman. i read this post before bed last night and look where it got me...
http://eroicasworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/sweet-dreams.html
*grumble*
3. I'm jealous *puts on jealous pout* Kitties can be so good for cuddles. And warmth. And fun. *sigh*
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