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Dreamed I was at chez Limey.
Been there often enough to know what it really looks like, but we all know dreams are weirdorama.
It was my old cottage, just warmer and with more bedrooms.
And Carruthers had a huge attic apartment.
Oddly, I mean IRL and really oddly, I woke from a dream of a shared meal of cassoulet with an enormous craving for a kebab. 'bab shop closes at 02.00. Going to try to get back to the Limey dreams. Because no matter how my mind messes with architecture, the warm feeling of welcome was real.
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