Siesta

There is something quite wonderful about being on holiday - my afternoon siesta. I've just woken up from today's and I feel goooood. I have odd dreams when I sleep in the afternoon.

On Monday I dreamt about the man: no, I'm not going into details.

On Tuesday I dreamt about school: I had a class of teenage boys who had to give me their homework. For some obscure reason they had rolled it up and put it inside some plastic bangles and I couldn't let them go home until I'd pulled apart each and every bangle and looked at each piece of homework. In the meantime, two male colleagues were waiting to use the room for another class.

Today I dreamt I was in a restaurant with a group of people who I knew well (we were friends) but who I can't identify now. One of them was a famous actor/comedian and he was telling a story. We were all in hysterics but at the same time I knew the story was originally concocted by Eddie Izzard - the actor was even using the same phrases - but it wasn't being told by Eddie Izzard. Either way I woke up with a smile on my face.

Wonder what tomorrow holds in store?