Back to bed, up at 7:30 because that's when the lights come on on weekdays. Pit stop, back to bed & turned off the lights.
Dream seemed real. I am in England, probably London, a guest in an ancient boarding house. I hear another guest announcing that the sewer has backed up in his loo. Landlady complains a lot as she mops it up.
I go to use my loo (on a different floor) and as I sit down the whole London sewer system spurts out from the john.
Landlady says she's on her way, but I suddenly wake up. Worried that the dream was a poo-warning, but no, all clear down there.
9:30 am was wake-up time.
Feeling a bit out of it I drag myself to the bathroom for my usual morning stuff, though I really ought to have stayed in bed. Except I needed drugs and breakfast.
KCEA played one of my favorite WWII (?) songs, The White Cliffs of Dover. And it made me wonder if there are bluebirds over now? Last I heard it was only seagulls. I'll ask my UK cousins.
