You could tell I was no debutante...

"A Dream is a wish your heart makes", so said Walt Disney... or was it Cinderella?

Dreaming is the Best Thing Ever.

When I was little I dreamt I was one of the New Seekers (One of the females not the men). Then I dreamt I was married to one of the Bay City Rollers... Then I dreamt, what did I dream... I dreamt of happily ever after.

When is it, that we realise that happily ever after doesn't mean those fantastic dreams we had as children.

Now when I dream, I dream of being comfy in my bed for 10 hours a day, I dream of cheering both my kids on at their volleyball matches, 75 miles away and 3500 miles away... I dream of a warm beach where me and beloved will sit in the sun and contemplate our lives.

I also dream that we will win the lottery and that the little Vine Yard in Brittany complete with Micro-brewery for Beloved will become a reality.

That we will be the hosts with the most when it comes to French camping and I will wow everyone with my baguette baking skills and home made pies. Europeans and Brits alike will be queuing at the door and we will sell out to "Camping R US" for hundreds of millions of pounds.

Then we will take the money and do the same in Greece, or maybe take a world tour in our 60 foot yacht. Or a private plane, or a private island... Or maybe I'll become the worlds first Trampolining Champion over the age of 38. Or maybe..

And there went another hour....

Oh yes, I love dreaming.