Kylie Minogue was there. In a coffee shop, seated at a table just behind me. She had to endure people asking for autographs, others who though they had won the right to an embrace and a selfie. She looked exhausted.
No idea why I dreamt about her, I don't listen to her music and have never particularly followed her exploits.
Deeper into the cafe there was another woman who kept playing with the ring tones on her telephone, trying to find one to suit. She was irritating everyone in the cafe, including the two men who sat at the front of the shop at the cash desk. The tunes were loud and clear - and no, it wasn't my phone ringing!
The funniest clip of all was when I found that my younger brother had unexpectedly called in for a visit. He lives on board a narrow boat, not just any narrow boat but one which he and my older brother lovingly renovated a couple of years ago.
Younger brother now sails the canals and waterways of England.
I opened the door to Parsonage Cottage and found that my younger brother was outside, which was a wonderful surprise. His luggage, though, had me falling about in stitches. It consisted of about ten large suitcases all permanently attached to one another, in a very long conga line, perfect for life on a narrowboat, he said.
Ian?
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