I have slept in this morning. If you are looking at the time of this post and thinking, "9.15am on a Sunday? What's she on about?" well, it is late for me. Keith (apparently) sprang out of bed at 5.30am, which is not unusual for him and I am generally up and about between seven and half past at the latest. I was late this morning because for some reason, sleep had eluded me between half past two and about half past four so, in all fairness, I was entitled to make up for that.
Those last few hours were spent in Dreamland. I don't often remember my dreams but they are generally about losing and searching fruitlessly for my purse or searching unsuccessfully for a toilet in some large building in which I happen to find myself. Sometimes they are about my finding myself in front of a strange class and trying to obtain information, assistance and the whereabouts of the materials I need. (Common theme of anxiety here?)
This morning, it was about being in hospital with something very minor, although I can't remember what, and being informed that I would need an operation in which my neck would be broken and then reset and it would be done by a student nurse who had never done such a procedure before. Perhaps I need to stop watching Holby City and Casualty.
Having politely turned down the operation, well then I spent the rest of my time searching for a toilet!