I had two very odd dreams last night. As always, they leave me wondering what the heck my subconscious is playing at.
Dream 1: My former boss from when I first started at Kew has got a new job - as Director of Tourism for Bury St Edmunds. Now, I doubt very much if Bury St Edmunds has a Director of Tourism in the waking world, but in the dreamworld it does, and it's Helen. I don't think she was too enthusiastic about it, though, as the main thing she was doing was sending everyone she knew on facebook a steady series of chivvying messages about how important it was that we all visit Bury St Edmunds ASAP.
I've never been there, have no particular desire to go there, and have no idea where this sprung from.
Dream 2: I am married to William Houston. Now, as a ginger fetishist and a fan of intense actors generally, I do know where this one came from! But it strikes me as odd to dream about being married to a long-standing minor crush of mine when I am deep, deep in the throes of a major crush on someone else. Incidentally, the married dream-me was very happy, though as I distinctly remember calling my handsome ginger hubby a "daft bugger" at one point I guess my subconscious doesn't think marriage would make me any less charmless than I am as a singleton... Oh well.
Oh well, indeed. At least a girl can dream, eh?!
And meanwhile the freezing cold weather has improved marginally today - the temperature has actually gone above zero this afternoon, for the first time since Monday morning, and the 4-days-thick frost on Kew Green has all thawed, at least for now. Robins are singing bravely in the raw, damp air when I go out.