h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

...if the dreams are anything to go by.

Nice but quiet day yesterday - I've taken the week off work as a birthday present to myself, so I had a long sleep, went for a ride in the forest with Jackson, came home and made lasagne, tiramisu, and a nice salad, and had some friends over for dinner.

So far, so good.

But they brought wine and champagne, and I had a glass of each.

And that may have been a mistake.

Because I then dreamed that the next time I went to the stables, my horse had been taken away (he was locked out, and I couldn't get to him. And he had his blanket hanging half off, in the rain.) He'd been replaced by a hyperactive white racehorse called Lily, which was owned by about 20 Chinese people who were all milling around.

The kidnapping seemed to be masterminded by one specific man. But then I started getting e-mails from Winston Churchill. Who turned out to be said man's handbag that thought it was Winston Churchill. And it was either trying to help me save Jackson or help negotiate the purchase of a new manure fork, because the Chinese conglomerate had broken mine. Not sure which.

Of course, I knew it was the real Winston Churchill because all his e-mails started with "Hey, Chica", though he promised not to call me that in front of the other revolutionaries.

Now, the e-mail address he was sending these to is my yahoo one, which I only use for h2g2.

So fess up, which of you has stolen my horse?

"Waiter, I'll have what she's having"

Happy birthday!
I'm afraid my parcel will be late again.

It wasn't me, I promise! I only wanted to adopt a little grey kitten this night but it turned out to have awfully huge claws so I couldn't take it.

damnit. and I used to think my* dreams were weird... oh... and it wasn't* me BTW stealing your horse Honest... I definately wasn't even in the same dream....

Happy birthday!

the part of the OP about the dream, was so compelling... I quite forgot that bit! yes! happy bithday! (I wonder what sort of dream that lot would cause?!)

Happy birthday, girl!

I am severly impressed by your dream! Winston Churchill's ? Did I get that right?
Well done, revolutionary Chica!

Oh wow - many belated happy returns and and Happy Birthday!!

<- to confuse things even more.

I am sorely tempted to send some of that OP for QOTD.

Happy Birthday, Mala. Many happy returns! Mind the drink, and pet Jackson for me.

Tillykke - again

Winston Churchill's ? Interesting name for a band

Phew. He's still there. And not a handbag in sight.

Okay. I confess.

I took the horse and fed him marshmallows and watermelons. This was purely in an effort to confuse you.

Confusing you was, of course, only step 14 in my dastardly plan to take over the world. I won't bore you with the details: with a little thought, you'll be able to work it out for yourself.

TRiG.

Tavaron, are you sure that wasn't a wolf?

Yes, it was a kitten but the claws were really huge and sharp.

Hmmm, if you fed him watermelons in Ireland in February, I assume your plot involves climate change...

I don't know whether to laugh or at your dream. Happy birthday

I didn't steal your
Our Home Owners Association has a very strict rule about all pets weighing less than 20 pounds.
they do make some exceptions

But I am sure it would not be easy to get Jackson through customs.

Anyway Happy Birthday

on your custom fitted job

FWIW 60 is at least twice as bad as 30



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That dream really, *really* reminds me of a Tintin comic.

Did you wake up in a sweat? I think I would, if Winston Churchill started calling me "Chica".

Now that you mention it... I thought it was just because the heating had come on!