I had this dream. One minute I was sitting in my office (aka attic) watching the rain fall on my slushy, part-frozen London street, the next I was basking in the Florida sunshine being asked by a beautiful woman what colour I'd like my convertible Lamborghini to be.
As dreams go it was one of my better ones, not least because it happened to be true. I chose a yellow one, by the way...
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