Dream diary

So I dreamed I was once again wandering up and down this road looking for my mother. It was a busy road. I was driving some kind of cross between a go-kart and a dustpan and brush, two long rods like straighteners/curling rods in my hands. It made driving difficult. Turning was quite fun. I saw my mother on the other side of the road and met her, but we were short on time, so we decided to have lunch together. We went to some sort of funfair. She chose a fast food stall a bit like those dreadful 'Harvester Inn' carveries, metal trays full of setting stew...or they would have been once. They were empty. The guy behind the counter looked like Ted the Lawyer from Scrubs, only with a chef's hat. My mother seemed happy to stay there, so I went to look at the rides.

There was an elephant, huge even by pachyderm standards. I stood in front of it with my back to it, and suddenly felt lifted into the air, held for a moment, then placed back on the ground. The best bit was not being in the air, but being held by the elephant. When I looked back, its eyes were smiling at me, intelligent and wonderful, and I ran away, a happy kid, ready for more adventures.

Soooooo Seeeeeek

For the second Xmas/New Year break in a row, I have been ill. Wrestled with it up to Xmas, paused for breath, convinced it was after all, only an excess of fatigue combined with a teeny virus. Towards New Year felt too ill to have the party we never quite planned and went round to a nearby chum's instead. I felt fine. Then I didn't.

Days spent in bed, high temperature, coughing up what appear to fistfuls of dire goo...I tried to do a day show. Before I went on, our scheduler asked if there was anything she could do. I suggested that she try to cover my breakfast show the following morning. Half way through my performance, our producer contacted her again; it wasn't a question of 'Could someone cover,' it was a simple '[Boot]can't do it. ' There was one particularly entertaining moment when I had a choking fit on air. Shame on you for not watching me nearly cark it on live TV! I experienced the alarming sensation of not being able to breathe fully. You know when you want your chest to expand but it just won't? You gasp, you're filling it with as much air as you can but it just seems to stop halfway? The nearest I've ever had to this phenomenon was whooping cough. This didn't even have interesting whoopnoises.I was wheezing like Steptoe's horse, with no-one there to change cameras as I approached infinity...

It's just so grim. I went home and I won't move now until monday morning, when I am supposed to be doing a brekkie show, and having pole dancing lessons in the evening.