sad
In last night's dream, my mother was on trial for murder. (They let her off-) and my father was Joss Ackland in a Santa costume. He complained about the indignities of ageing, and said he was growing lots of body hair. His pubes had grown to a great grizzled bush exploding out of his flies. I was horrified, and thought 'Shit, I'm going to get like that!'
