Tuesday

Tuesday
I remembered a most unusual dream this morning. I wasn't lost and trying to get back home, which are the dreams I usually remember. I was sitting up in bed, the way I sometimes do to meditate first thing, and was advising David Cameron, the leader of the Tories, about what he should do to stay in power for the next twenty years.

Nobody thinks he's going to lose the election due for next year. I told him I might even maybe vote for him. What a preposterous idea!! I've got as much chance of voting for the Party Protecting the Rights of Cricket Lovers!! Be interesting when David Cameron and his toff friends start running the country of course. I expect Scotland will be, more or less, completely self governing within five years. Either that, or it'll be worse than Thatcher. Dearie, dearie me!

I'm not addicted to anything at the moment. I don't want to smoke or drink, and I have no money to speak of. Oh, happy days! All I have to do is steer clear of flatheids and everything will be wonderful from here on in. God preserve us from the flatheids. The meditations today were brilliant!! I've only got ten or so pages to do now of the re-write. So it'll be finished soon. Hurrah!!