Dream: I'm wresting Valerie Trierweiler
in a paddling pool filled with blancmange. She gasps as she struggles
to pin me. I keep saying 'you've met your match this time m'lady'.
Not sure of meaning. Woke up hungry. Made rasher sandwiches.
Is it worth raging against the dying of the light?
2 months ago
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