stevendoig

Nothing remembered on Friday night.

Just scraps on Saturday....

1) Telling someone that I don't drink anymore.

2) My son hitting a drumstick off his mums stomach.

3) The end of a dream where I was looking at pictures in a magazine. Hard to put into words but one of them was a mouse in a playroom and the caption said 'He lived eighteen months and never saw another face'

4) Noticing a lad with a tattoo, and saying 'My God, I thought you were in an accident?' He said 'Nah, not me, it was (somebody) Dalton who had died' I then had a flashback to a young lad lying on the road with a sad face.

5) My wife standing in front of me wearing an odd assortment of clothes.

6) In my shop (again) Looking up at where the ladies boots are kept. There was a big pile in the corner of about 20 pair. there were all a size '20' which suggest my brain got confused a bit there...