"Come and have a look at MY bedroom ceiling."

One of those days when nothing short of dynamite is going to get us out of bed. Could it be that we are in the process of adjusting our body clocks for the NFL championship games and the Superbowl, or is it just because we're really lazy? It's the latter. So, now that you've seen it, it's time for me to explain what that piece of supernatural hokum furniture is doing up there. My dream-catcher was a gift from a colleague from Harrow land registry and has hung over me as I sleep for the past twenty five years. I'm not going to try to convince you that it has any merits at all. It's just mine and I like it. The fact that I haven't woken up screaming in a cold sweat in all that time is purely coincidental, I'm sure.