Another dream last night.

Driving back to Northampton on the back roads, I stopped at a layby. The bin there was overflowing with rubbish. It was raining. I sat there for an hour or so watching a wasp in it's death throes on the steering wheel.
Then I drove the rest of the way back to Northampton where my anxiety regarding my lack of hats came to the surface once more.

I used to dream about scoring the winning goal for Newcastle Utd at Wembley and going home to my wife, Julie Christie (c1975).

Now it's just Northampton.