5 November (Part 2) - When the fat lady sings
Perhaps
it would be wiser to keep this one to myself, maybe attending more council
meetings than any councillor - probably - is beginning to get to me, but last night I had a weird dream.
I was out with a group of friends and somehow got detached from them. They all
got in a lift and I was left behind. Never saw them again.
I searched a public library and got even more lost in a small castle that just
happened to be standing next door. I ended up in the main
banqueting hall which was far more modern than it had any right to be.
The entertainment was a solo singer and it was unmistakably Teresa O’Neill OBE.
(Operatic Bacchanalian Entertainment.)
Afterwards she spoke to me, putting an arm on my shoulder as she did so
and all entirely friendly. It was a very weird dream.
I woke up with an aching shoulder.