Waking up once again back in dear old blighty with the sun once again shining straight through my bunk curtains, I stick my head out into the daylight and realise we’re sat in exactly the same spot in Kings Cross that we left from on Friday evening. Could this all possibly have been a dream I wonder? But no, it can’t be, or can it? It certainly feels like a dream.
I pull on my shorts and reach into the pocket, there is the missing button, no it wasn’t a dream after all. |
