Only remember one thing from last nights dream. Mi mam phoned me up on the video phone (which had a large 32” screen) to inform me, calmly, that our kid had died with his mate Mal in a plane crash. He had been travelling somewhere from Chicago.
She started crying as she told me, and I staggered back away from the phone at the news and began to cry.
Gradually her tears became laughter, as she told me it was all just a joke, to see my reaction.
I wasn’t best chuffed.