Well, it was bound to happen. Last night I was visited by the ghost of Christmas fantasy land as I suffered one of my 'haven't-done-anything' nightmares. Strangely, it wasn't that bad, it also seemed to be high summer, and my mother was outside my Grandmother's old home cutting Brussel sprouts in half with a large knife. She had to, the sprouts were the size of cabbages.

I don't remember feeling panicked, the way I normally do in these dreams, and there was no mad rush to decorate and find/wrap presents. In fact, I was quite blase, so maybe my attitude of late has started to have an effect on this stupid scenario.

More likely I'm storing up trouble for the future.