On Tuesday I had many strange dreams. In one
I was having a big argument with someone
about some arcane part of the English
language. Difficult to believe, but as
a native English speaker, I am often asked
to help with English. This would scare my
more literate friends in the UK, who would trust me
to choose between the word "bastard" and "wanker"
in a text, but little else.
The next part of the dream involved me
walking into a Doctor's surgery. The doctor was
dressed in tweeds and Scottish. There was also a couple
at a separate table in the same room, so the
consultation was not private. Luckily
I woke up before he could ask me about
my drinking.