A new series of occasional reports from the borders of my unconscious, this is
DreamWatch. DH is always saying I should write my dreams down, and they have been particularly hilarious of late so here goes...
Monday night: Madonna is bullying me! She is a total b*tch!
Tuesday night: I join the Fire Brigade. We are supposed to wear jeans, a T-shirt and a luminous tabard, but there are no jeans to fit me.