Blessed with a lie-in until, ooh 7.20 this morning, I recalled another weird dream.
Suffice it to say it concerned being late for the Church Council meeting in my new post because it was taking me ages to get my shoes on. I didn't seem to be bothered about being late, which was strange because I get terribly bothered about being late, always.
Everyone went to the meeting in a minibus and procession of cars.
The house I was staying in included a wedding party. The bride, groom and all the guests (Leamington people I know but I'll spare their blushes) were all wearing coats and nothing else (a scene based on a TV programme I saw the other night).