Had another dream (getting them a lot recently) where Mike and I went to France. Not a lot happened. We watched Harry Potter, got lost in the airport and there was a funny bit that was like a film trailer: there was a big mountain and at the top there was a rock sticking out so you could stand on it and there’d be hundreds of feet of nothing below you. And Mike stood on it and this big orchestral choir music was playing and then it stopped and he went “Woah.” And pretended to lose balance.

Then on the train back, I went to show my ticket and the guy behind me stepped in front of me, signed my ticket and carried on. So we both got in unnoticed.

Oh and we met Chevy Chase