That is all. The (rather odd) name of the main character.
Meeting the Queen
I was at this function where we got to meet the queen. It was outdoors, in a parking lot. The queen was sitting there, and one by one, we were introduced by an official introducer. I don’t know who the other people being introduced were.
The introducer would introduce us by name, and then list what our families had provided “during the war”. I had no idea my family had done any providing during any war, but I guess the introducer had access to better archives than I do.
Then we were given a chance to say a few extra words of introduction.
And in the dream, I had two daughters, and I couldn’t remember the other one’s name. Michael was in the audience shouting suggestions, like Arabella, Annabel, Trudie etc, and I knew none of them were right. The introducer was frantically looking through her notes and shouting suggestions like Trinket, Pixie, Mulberry etc, and I knew none of them were right either. It was all rather distressing.
And not very amusing.
Guest submission: Tessa’s dream
Tessa: I had a dream about a cow.
Me: What did the cow do?
Tessa: It said Moo. And walked across the park.
(Tessa is two.)
Guest submission: Michael’s dream
Michael was at the hospital visiting his dad, when he saw a lady whose boobs were pointing in different directions. She had surgery to sort it out.
George’s mountain bike race
I was at a mountain bike event with George and Anneke. (Some background: Anneke is the only one of us who can legitimately be at mountain bike events. She is a bike racer. George and I are certainly not. At all.) So George wanted to be in the next race, but needed a bike. So he borrowed mine.
My bike is kitted out for pootering around the park with a baby on the back. The gears are so rusted that they don’t work. But George didn’t seem to mind and off he went…
… down the steepest hill in the history of the ever. Never to be seen again.
Waiting at the station
I was at the station, waiting for a train to take me back to the airport after a conference.
That explains everything.
Stripper races
We were walking past the park and saw these two bored fellows.
Sounds interesting…
And they’re off!
A close finish. It turns out that stripper races are complicated: you have to win the race WHILE taking your clothes off and if you win but still have clothes on, you haven’t won.
The rest of the afternoon was spent watching and competing in stripper races. A jolly time was had by all.
