Somewhat troubled by major mental hardon for travel aggravated by recent Brussels frisk. There was a whole 'cheap breaks' supplement in yesterday's TIMES, which I've saved to dribble incontinently over.
In my dream last night Bob Dylan was looking for me with some kind of 'offer'. I was looking out at a shop floor or something from an office above, and saw him coming. 'Oh God,Oh Jesus, wottami gonna say/do?' thoughts whirled sickeningly round my fevered brain; woke up. Whew!