crystalcazzie

The wireless router died and I was without internet yesterday. It was a dark day indeed, but Dad appears to have fixed it for now.

I think I'm starting to get worried about Canada. Last night I dreamt I was getting on a plane and I needed to get on flight 41, which I thought this was. Then someone referred to it as 41b, which worried me slightly. Then, as we're all sitting on the plane the pilot announces that this is the 416 to somewhere. So of course I panic, but it turns out I'm not the only one who made that mistake and lots of other people start standing up and shouting. We're all let off, and the bags have to come back round. And this is the point at which I realise that I don't remember checking in my bag properly, or even putting a label on it. So now I'm panicking about that. And while all this is going on the Little Britain people are filming in the airport. But it's not just the two of them, it's all their characters filming their own segments in different areas at the same time. People are stopping to watch and clogging up the hallways and losing track of time so they have to hurry to be where they need to be. I'm still trying to find my bag and at this point someone at the top of some steps calls to me asking if mine is diamond colour. I say it's grey and she throws it down to me. I check it and find there is a label - it's a PDSA tag (like the kind you'd put on Christmas presents) that says my name and The Carolinas. And now it pops into my head that, yes, I did visit the Carolinas. They were in Wales, but still American. I remembered how weird it was that I hadn't left the country but all money was now in dollars.

Then it moved into something else that involved playing guitars underwater and the kids from The OC.