Awfy Early

There I was...wandering through my high school in my fluffy slippers, desperately trying to find a working WC with a door and lock. Every door I opened had a smelly, dirty loo full of poo....mess everywhere and I was trying to clean it.

Then I woke up 4.50 am. Wide awake. May as well get up and start some ironing, or catch up on blip?

My mum said it was lucky to dream of poo..and I'm not sure why it's a recurring dream, I would much rather spend my evening dreaming of something nice - Zac Efron wearing only a very small apron and a pair of marigolds, cleaning my oven perhaps?

My mum regularly woke up early for a fag and a cup of tea. Warmer days she sat outside on the swing in the garden talking to the birds.

I could lie in bed, desperately try to capture sleep because I KNOW I will be on caffeine from 2.00pm to stay awake...but someone is snoring.

So here I am. In my fluffy dressing gown, watching teleshopping and talking to you. I have SO many things to do over the next few weeks it's hard to fit in a blip.

Maybe I should do this more often?