I was about to tell you that last night’s sleep was the worst I’ve ever had, but then I realised I didn’t sleep at all. Unless you count those five minutes before the alarm during which I dreamt all too convincingly that I was sleeping in a haunted house which used to run experiments on ‘unwanted children’… which turned out to be monkeys.

I hate my subconscious sometimes.

If that little statement hasn’t scared you off completely, do come and see my at Risby Farmer’s market today. I’ll be the one with eyes propped open with toothpicks and nearly nothing on her giant stall table… watch this space.

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