Sunday, 23 March 2008

Common as muck

I had a weird dream last night. I dreamt that Husband and I were on a cruise. Not terribly surprising so far, given my parents are just back from their once-in-a-lifetime trip on the Queen Mary II and Mum hasn't stopped talking about it yet. The cruise ship was quite swanky, as you would expect (no point dreaming of a trip on a North Sea ferry, after all) and the trip had a theme: it was an Eighties Revival Cruise. We were all wearing 80s clothes (I thought I had seen the last of skin tight jeans and back-combed hair but no - they haunt my dreams) and Spandau Ballet were providing the entertainment. So far, so good if slightly sad.

The cruise ship had a shop on board, which again is not that odd. Except that it was a big branch of Poundstretcher. We were on a glamourous cruise, dressed like Bananarama's grandparents, browsing Poundstretcher looking at cut price toilet roll and plastic cookware. Clearly my aspirations are not nearly aspirational enough.

PS: Ummm? Whoever you are, thank you very much for the donation. I would thank you directly if I knew who you were, but I don't, so thank you!


  1. That is quite a strange dream. Hope you are having a Happy Easter!

  2. I think you need a vacation.