dreaming

i nightmared about the Radish last night: we were in a goodish London restaurant, i put a parcel of 4 fresh mackerel on the table, he assumed they were for him and shook the bally thing all over the place and i was in BIG trouble. 
thank goodness he was on a lead.

the maître d was so rude to me that i woke up without paying.

(also anniversary of dad's death)