Dreams can come true

What I forgot to mention was that last week, I dreamt I was running the race last Saturday when I got to a bit where there were no signs or marshalls and I didn’t know which way to go, ooh, spooky!

Although in my dream, I had ended up at the top of a car park, so at least in real life I hadn’t quite so dramatically gone wrong.

My dreams don’t come true very often. Which is probably just as well.

And that’s the last time I moan about Saturday. Honest.