Dreams Part 3

It’s 4am and I’m awake. I have just dreamt that Paul has finished his three walks and I’ve had to go and pick him and 5 of his walker mates up in the car in order to get him home in time for his debut performance on stage in a Shakespearean play tonight. What the hell is the matter with me? Is walking up three mountains in rain, dark and galeforce winds not enough?

I couldn’t get back to sleep for worrying about him so came downstairs to check on his progress. Now I’m wishing I hadn’t since he’s only been on Scafell Pike for an hour and I was hoping he’d be finished by now. The weather is dire. I almost wish it was raining here so I could walk up and down Carterknowle Road in my pyjamas in some show of solidarity and responsibility. Although I imagine I’d get arrested. And before you ask no Paul is not wearing his pyjamas.
I cannot express how proud I am of him. And how worried I am. I’m off back to bed to try and sleep. Please can I have a nice dream about him coming home happy and well? Or failing that can the play he’s attempting not be Shakespeare? At least if it was Abigail’s Party he wouldn’t have to learn any lines…

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