Wednesday, 10 February 2010

You've been talking in your sleep...

Lately, I seem to have reached the other side of crazy and started talking in my sleep. If that wasn't sad enough I'm talking about work in my sleep.
My better half has reliably informed me that the other night I said a boys name three times in a weird voice. Fortunately my subconscious saw fit not to make the following morning too impossible by finishing up with 'the happiest baby in the woorrrrrrrrllllld'. Grivens, I may incriminate myself for crimes I have not committed!

Something I'd like to know, why isn't crimes spelt with a b like climbs? Answers on a postcard...

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