Hi, Ladies,

I've just had one of those dreams where it's a relief to wake up.
I had been invited to a charity ball (highly unlikely) and had to dress in a hurry. I'd managed some kind of glitzy top, but when I arrived I was mortified to find that I was wearing jeans - not smart, dark-wash jeans either, but the kind I normally wear to dig the garden!

I suppose this is one step up from the "naked" dream: you know, the one where you find yourself starkers in rush-hour London, but, even so, I was mightily relieved to wake up and realise I could stop panicking. Phew!