Back to work for just the one day and already...
... the mad dreams have come back.
Last night I dreamt I was playing golf with Tiger Woods and John Daly. We were all square going on to the eighteenth - Tiger hadn't said a word to either of us whereas John could not have been nicer.
The two of them had teed off and now it was my turn - all I had to do was get it on the fairway, something I had been doing for the whole of the rest of the round but every time I stepped up to take my shot - my head fell off.
As this kept happening John was finding it harder and harder to hold in the laughter, whereas Tiger was becoming increasingly impatient. I decided to try one more time but once again as I addressed the ball...for no reason at all my head fell off.
Even John had had enough by now and called Tiger to play on without me. All I remember is the crowd all walking by my head and my two golfing heroes striding off to complete the round without me.
I looked to my body for some support but it just held its hands out as if to ask what the hell was I playing at - then I woke up.
Who needs sleep like that ?
Have a nice day.