My Life on a Plate

Not A Lot

Swimming with Big Pam in just under an hour, boy these Wednesdays come round fast. Another poor night's sleep dotted with weird dreams. The 'lost handbag' one yet again. I've lost count how many times I've rushed around in dreams attempting to retrieve the bag I've left somewhere. It's never happened in real life so I don't know why I dream it so often but it's obviously an anxiety dream. Still, at least I received a few passionate kisses too; trouble is they weren't from someone I'd want to kiss in reality! Think I read somewhere we always replace our true desires with a different character in dreams. To be honest, I've no idea who I'd want to kiss passionately in real life. Oh well, not an option anyway. What a load of burble. Just hope the water's warm today and there are no over enthusiastic men training to swim the channel - I need soothing!