Barnaby
I dreamt I was on the beach at Whitstable helping a character from a TV series I’ve just watched, with her luggage. Meanwhile my friend Fiona appeared on the beach and I went in for a hug which she recoiled from. I think this is back to the sort of dream I had a lot last year, about baggage, movements, travel and Covid.
My sister and I discussed baby names. The name book she has is godawful based on the pages she scanned over. I think it’s unlikely I’ll end up with a niece or nephew called Barnaby or Filomena.
The weather was dry enough for a long walk, even though traversing the paths was like wading through muddy sludge.
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