Last night I had a dream, which may or may not have been important but I thought I'd mention it here just in case it was. I dreamed that I was married again, this time to a man with thick dark brown hair, big shoulders, big chest, big arms and who was sitting by the fireplace playing a guitar. I was sitting on the other side of the room and in between us were sitting many relatives.
You only live twice: before you go into a mental asylum, and after you come out of a mental asylum.
Recently I decluttered, and found the script for the final episode of Songwords Of Birds And Planes. I hope to have it on Youtube soon.
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