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I didn’t get all my return EC drops done yesterday.. I’d been having a rare day of feeling unwell and in pain. (Think, hope, it’s just age and IBS and nothing more serious). I tried to soldier on, but when hubby said, “Don’t worry about cooking anything. If you don’t want to eat, I’ll get a takeaway”, I took myself off to bed. I felt chilled to the bone and wrapped myself up in rather more than my usual sleeveless jammy top and knickers, adding jammy trousers and a short summer dressing gown before burrowing under the duvet.
I slept a bit and woke a few times. Around 11 pm I woke again and found hubby beside me. I realised I was feeling warm and cosy and with pain considerably subsided, but with my body clock telling me I’ve had my seven hours and it’s time to be awake. Then I remembered my dream.
It was about soldier bloggers with rifles, except for one who had no weapon and was hiding behind a kindly one who was trying to shelter him from the others. They were gesticulating dangerously with the rifles and muttering about the one who was hiding. The muttering got louder and one of them shouted, “Come out and do your EC dropping, you lazy blighter”. It was very frightening.
So what would you have done? I went to the loo, got a drink of water and headed for the office to carry on dropping. I got through all my favourites before I felt sleepy again.
Now I’m thinking about one of those ‘what if’ scenarios. What if Entrecard has recruited drop police to find the people who haven’t finished their daily drops and send threatening messages into their dreams?