I have awoken most unsettled and nearly tearful following a dream where Mr C and I were in America having met up with friends and wondered round some shops we went to the airport. At the airport he and I split up to go to the lav. It was there that the problems started. The ladies lavs had two attendants and the lavs themselves were large porcelain structures which were almost like Sinclair bikes only with no covers. Each lady was directed to a lav. I got to mine and got into it then noticed that all the other women were in skirts whilst I was wearing trousers. It all started going down hill from there.
It involved being hustled out of the room an intimate examination being dressed in paper clothes and finally Mr C being brought into the examination room and seeing me in a very unattractive position.
I woke up then, thank heavens, almost in a blind panic. Not a good start to my day although I know that there will be folk having a lot worse.
