Cryptic title? Well it's simple really, despite not having to work for some time, no rushing to do things, being able to sleep in and take life more gently I still can't escape the dreams and the anxieties that they provoke. I have no need to worry about work yet last night what did I do? Dream of work. I was up 3 times in the night. Fortunately I was eventually able to get away for a while. Had enough of dreams ruining my holiday.
After such a broken night it has been nice to have a brighter day. A squally shower just went overhead but the torrents of yesterday have not been repeated. I took a drive out to a country pub that I had noticed on my travels. Actually I saw the sign on the main road and took a hair raising trip down a narrow country track only to discover said pub was about to close. I guess I must try it at another time. So on the way back I popped in The Crooked Chimney which featured on the Morse episode called Who Killed Harry Field? Long way from Oxford. It's a lovely old pub but slightly ruined by that awful chain makeover. In fact I know 3 local pubs in that chain and all have potential to be so much nicer.
Back at home I was about to marinate my leftover beef for a vindaloo when Beka rang. Great to chat to her before her holiday. Curry is now on after a short marinade. Almost set to order Sunday's birthday feast. A couple have dropped out but apart from another couple orders are in. Need to e mail that off before heading out to meet Dory tomorrow. No doubt we will go for the belly pork roll at Roast - a bit of a staple of ours.
Probably won't be on here tomorrow but hopefully see you all on Saturday.
I Heard a Voice.
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