I dreamt I was polishing my shoes last night. After I'd finished, I inserted some shoe-trees and put the shoes neatly away in the cupboard.

I remember when I used to have good dreams—the sort of dreams I couldn't tell you about.

Filed under: Nonsense

Richard Carter

A fat, bearded chap with a Charles Darwin fixation.

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