Very few original thoughts in my head this morning. Example: The weather’s so great that it’s depressing to think I have to go to work today.
Did have a dream that involved being in a detective agency with Muppets, animatronic creatures, and Martin Clunes, though. I rode around on a wooden thing that looked like a Segway. It was confiscated by a witchy woman who ran the canteen in the grubby stone building where the agency was. To win it back, I had to play a game where I had to throw/roll a red ball (like boules, but, y’know, red), then try to bounce pompoms off that ball to whack my friends (who were lined up against a wall at the back). It was fucking difficult, let me tell you, especially with lead dream arms. I also remember having to throw out some fermented spirulina concoction because the mold on it was the wrong shade of blue.
At one point, Mr Clunes leapt out of a window and onto the sidewalk/pavement in order to avoid talking to everyone. Impressively, he didn’t do a wanky three-point landing. Very nicely done.
I then woke up, explained some of this to friends in a secondary dream (they didn’t understand the wooden Segway), then woke up for real.
Anyone have kettle recommendations? Ours is kaput – bent prongs and melted bits mean it either won’t turn on (or stay on, depending on its mood?). It had a good run, but will be missed.