dehydration dreams

Woke up at eight this morning, slightly hungover from half a bottle of rioja and some salty, homemade Spanish food.

I’d been dreaming of drinking glass after glass of iced water.  Also that it was raining, which gave me an excuse not to go to the allotment.  (In fact, it’s a beautiful day and I have no such get-out.)

 

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