Sunday Morning

Last night I dreamt that I had a huge spot on my chin.
Then I woke up this morning and found a huge spot on my chin.
Weird. And a little bit spooky.

And frankly, what the hell is going on? getting spots at 40?

Nobby came into the bedroom this morning and said,
'Do you want the good news or the bad news?'
Uh-oh.

'The good news is it's 9.15 so we haven't laid-in half the morning.
The bad news is the clocks when forward last night so it's really 10.15am and we've laid in half the morning.''

Isn't that just slap-you-in-the-face fantastic?!