Dreaming With The Dames

5am. I woke up for a wee. I closed the balcony doors right up, as it was cool enough in the bedroom. I am addicted to fresh air in bed at night, I find it easier to sleep with it, but it can be the coldest at 5am when it needs to be shut down a bit.

I’d dreamed of shopping with Judi Dench and the other dame Eileen Aitkins. I think step daughter Jane was there too. There was a group of us, actually, all out shopping.

I wanted an oven tray.  I found an enormous big square one with a handle, like a basket, and with very dull silver finish, but I took my steel wool and detergent and tried to shine it up.

I complained about the trays finish and my lack of success with cleaning it up.

Judi Dench said, “But, this is an antique shop.”

“This is an antique shop,” I questioned.

“And that is an antique,” said Eileen Aitkins.

I was trying to be subtle with my cleaning, but the shop assistant overheard our conversation and came over, and the oven tray was dripping with cleaner when she looked at it. She looked at me incredulous.

Judi Dench tried to stifle her laughter at the shop assistant’s reaction.

Eileen Aitkins tried not to laugh too. 

They couldn’t look at each other.

But, it was okay, as I cleaned the tray up with a tissue.

I decided I’d have to ask Sam, who wasn’t with us. I don't know where he was?

Then, as we tried to leave, Judi sat down in front of the fire, burning in a big leather bucket, I guess you'd call it, saying she'd be ready to go any time we were.

I think at that stage, Bruno flinched and kicked me in the ribs with his back paw’s claws, which woke me up. 

Then I needed a wee, so I got up and did that in the half dark.

I went back to bed and tried to sleep, but couldn’t.

5.15am. I got up. Oh, I'm always up early, now a days.

So, I made coffee and signed into work.