I dreamed last night that Stu and I were staying in a gorgeous New England house (B&B?) but every time we got up to get dressed for breakfast, we got interrupted and I had to dive back under the covers and Stu rushed around trying to find some clothes to wear.
One of the interrupters was Billy Connelly but I can't remember who the others were.
Apparently they were barging in because we needed to be up and getting away from wherever we were for some reason I can't remember.
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