Sweet Dreams are Made of Cheese

Good news: I have some comics to end the weekend with. The bad news - for some readers - is that these are comics in which I talk about dreams I've had. I know that's not everyone's cup of tea so if you find it insufferable to hear about someone else's dreams, maybe skip this one. Otherwise, read on.

When I woke up and told Sarah about this dream, she somehow missed that I said it had been a dream. She was surprisingly accepting of this statistical fact.

I don't think it's possible to convey the extreme suspense inside that portaloo - the clock ticking down - the calm surgical precision with which I detached my shorts from my t-shirt - the speed with which I ran to the start line. By comparison, the half marathon was quite a sedate affair.

Thanks for reading!

May you meet someone wonderful through cheese,

L x