I just woke up from a dream where I was driving around LA (in what happened to be my mum's old Audi) fighting for positions in queues at petrol stations. How dull. I mean, what a waste of a night!
Didn't make it out of the house today. Took one look out the window and decided against it. Spent the day songwriting instead, far more productive than slushing around London in brown ex-snow. Too slippery for the bike that's for sure. I made good things and I shall soon fall asleep proud of a good days work. And I didn't even leave the house. Magic.
Snowed in! Pity...