So I’m in Blighty once more.

I dreamt of having a tuna sandwich the other night. I had planned to have such a sarnie for a few days. The next day, I awoke and forgot about my dream. Later in the kitchen, I spied the strategically placed tuna tin, and remembered my dream. I made a tuna sandwich, just like the one in my dream. Then I ate it. It was good.

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