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Sunday, 12 January 2014

A common dream scenario is that you are late for something and no amount of effort will get you moving. I once dreamed that I was taking my daughter to school but we never actually got there, it even got dark and for some reason I’m insisting on getting Emily to school. This morning was one of those dream situations, except that I wasn’t dreaming about the nightmare morning, it was really happening.

I was awake at nine o’clock (on a Sunday, yes there is a nine o’clock on a Sunday) so I wrongly assumed that I would have all the time in the world, which to me is an idiotic thought because it immediately slows me down. With the luxury of time on a Sunday I was able to make myself bacon and fried egg sandwich, I don’t normally have the time or inclination to have breakfast on a Sunday, so I made the most of being up so ridiculously early. Jack enjoyed playing with his ball so much that we spent an hour in the park before I did a little bit of admin for the show and had a shower. From where I was sitting, I could see myself walking to Bulwell in the winter sunshine to set me up for the day, before delivering my listeners a show of usual high standards. I’m not entirely sure what went wrong with regards leaving the house in time to walk to work, but as soon as I did I was overcome with the need to go to the toilet so had to go back home. This whole episode (I blame the sandwich) cost me about half an hour and so I had to take the tram instead. I arrived during the one o’clock news which wasn’t the best start to the show. My musical guest and sound engineer were waiting outside, unable to get inside Trent Towers (not an actual tower) until I got there. It took me a while to get into gear due to my setbacks, during the first hour I even managed to confuse my live guest with someone else simply because I had read an email on the way to the studio from another musician.

It all worked out all right in the end though!

Christmas is still going on in Bulwell.


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