I had a dream last night that I was travelling with the Queen. We were in a large, chauffeur driven, solid gold Rolls Royce. We both had tartan blankets over our knees.
People kept saying through the open window that I shouldn’t be with the Queen but she was determined that I stay. We were getting on like a house on fire.
I woke up with a wonderful feeling of calm.
How very peculiar!
Have a lovely weekend gang,