A few nights ago I had a dream in which someone who was apparently my cousin said I was a real 'puss warmerer.' I woke up and wrote that down in my mobile phone's calendar note function, then went back to sleep. Imagine the bemusement when I found this the next day. What could it mean?
I've got in the habit of making rambling short entries in my blog today. Does it work or is it slightly irritating and irrelevant, to hear my wibble rants?
Took a breather from the desk a few minutes ago and walked on the office building's roof catwalk. The heat made my temples throb, literally.
If you wake up at four or five in the morning (in Northern Europe) there is a wonderful display of Venus – so bright against the morning gloaming (can gloaming exist in the morning?)
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