Name on it!

Last night I dreamt that my mum sent me an email asking if I had met Mr Right yet. This was quite disconcerting given that my mum would choose phone calls over emails any day and has never displayed any particular urgency for a son-in-law!

I also had a dream (well, nightmare!) in which I had a broken tooth. Naturally, a thorough (though somewhat tentative) investigation was required when I woke up!

After that bizarre night of sleep, then, and faced with a day-long food hygiene course this free coffee was much appreciated!

Food hygiene training wasn't too bad, although succeeded quite well in giving us all a slight paranoia.

Now off to pack my case, for tomorrow I go home :]