Camping out in the English countryside
I had a dream this morning that I had rented a cottage in the countryside, but decided to camp out in the garden instead. It was kind of damp, but I managed to get a fire going and cooked some beans. The two women who ran the cottage came out to see how I was doing, and we got to talking.
One of the women had been married for ten years to a guy who favored tweed on the weekends. The other had been living with a woman named Sandy for five years. Even though Sandy wasn't there, I have a pretty good mental picture of her. She has blonde hair and is tall. She has a good face.
I told them my story, and we kept talking until an IM woke me up at 4:50 am.
The IM was from Malida, telling me it was bedtime, and saying goodnight. It made no sense, because it was only 6:50 pm in Thailand. I wanted to go back to sleep and talk with the two women again, but it was too late.
Now I have to go to work.






It sounds right out of the Rosamunde Pilcher cozy novel I am reading, "Winter Solstice."