Nope. Last night I dreamt I was eating a can of Scottish Heinz beans. And it was utterly tragic and beautiful. Beautiful, because I was eating a filled roll with beans inside, tragic, because I deigned to wake up at a most inopportune time in my dream.
Bloody Hell.
Still dreaming of Scottish beans,
M
PS. Now I need to dig up an old copy of Rebecca as well. Feeling extremely stretched in two unsatisfying directions. Bothered.
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