Last night I dreamed about Monty Don - was this a dream or had I seen a reel of it on Instagram - I can still remember all of it which is rare remembering a dream. There he was on a stage receiving an award dressed in an old kilt and camouflage jacket and carrying a sheaf of golden rod flowers - the kilt dropped down to his ankles showing black boxer shorts and he turned and wiggled his backside to the audience before walking off stage. There - surely it must have been a dream it couldn’t possibly have happened in real life - what a weird dream and why on earth did I concoct those images in my subconscious.
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