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Darn. All last night's dreams were rudely wiped from my mind when I was woken by an early morning telephone call. You know how it is when you're enjoying the complex taste of a Mouton Rothschild 2006, and then accidentally follow it up by swilling some dilute Harpic? Like that. I must hope for better luck tomorrow.
(For those who didn't recognize it immediately, 01643 is the dialling code for Porlock. See what I did there?)

(For those who didn't recognize it immediately, 01643 is the dialling code for Porlock. See what I did there?)

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Date: 2010-05-28 08:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-05-28 11:15 am (UTC)I am filled with admiration.
All I can remember of this morning's dream is that I needed to take down some very large portraits of women - one was the portrait of my great-aunt which I really do have downstairs, the other two were more colourful and I think of Biblical or mediaeval subjects with gold frames. They were oddly displayed, being lined up frame to frame, with the two gold-framed ladies at right angles lining a corner and Florence to their immediate left. I think this was something to do with the need to rehang my pictures in order to fit in those I have brought back from my mother's flat, and possibly the fact that I've currently got Picasso's Maternité hanging right next to a bathroom cupboard because there happened to be a hook for a narrower picture there and I'm trying to decide whether it works in that room.