I had a nightmare last night.
This is not at all unusual and as usual the nightmare involved being back working in RTE. It’s funny how the majority of night terrors still involve RTE?
Anyhows, this was a simple one. I dreamt I had to return to work tomorrow and I blame this entirely on the meeja who are now endlessly waffling on about “easing the lockdown”.
The bad part of the dream wasn’t so much about the return to work though. In this imaginary landscape that aspect didn’t seem so bad [which was strange and quite unusual].
No. The nightmare aspect was the sudden realisation that I would have to come up with some really plausible excuse as to why I hadn’t turned up for work in the previous twenty years.
I’m damned good at excuses, but I’m not that good.