Alcohol and cold medicines.
They don't really mix now do they?
Not only that, but I seem to have lost some of my tolerance to booze. You see I've more or less given up drinking during the week, but last night, due to general mingosity and in a fit of self justification, I had myself some wine, a bottle and a glass to be exact.
Now, that wouldn't make me too drunk, but I notice it did wake me up a five, I mean Ping! Wide awake.
It was about this time I discovered my head was stuffed to the gils and I really couldn't breathe at all. I mean seriously...
Not feeling very good I got up wandered into the kitchen, took some more tablets, drank some water and wobbled back to bed.
I lay there half breathing until about eight then I drifted off into sleep again.
And that's where I had a very realistic and frankly unwanted dream that me and Judi Dench- fine actress- were having not very hot lesbian sex in the back of this sort of van that was up on a platform and over looked by a hot tub and a restuarant. I mean it. Me, Judi Dench, naked as jaybirds, going at it.
Naturally I only woke up after this dream. Too late to rid myself of the images, and if you can't rid yourself you might as well share them.
And no, neither of us came either. Judi was very kind about it, but now I'm double worried.