Blimey. I just remembered that I had a dream about Michael Jackson last night! In my dreams I’m usually not in a wheelchair, and I wasn’t in this one. I’d been introduced to him in a sort of function the day before and then I realised his hotel room was near to mine. No it’s not what you are thinking either! He was a nice bloke and was with his wife I think? He had remembered my name and wasn’t at all up his own bum ( no, and not up mine either! )

In the dream I took a few selfies with him and then invited my kids over, without telling them who was with me. It all made sense at the time…

Maybe I’ll dream about Elvis next? And meet his 2 kids, Lesley and Wesley? Keep you posted.