Hail to prosecco

 First stop today was the drugstore. After a visit to the loo during night I found a wet patch in my bed and my phial with nosedrops, or better, without nosedrops, amidst the bed. No clue how it came into the bed and even less why, my sneezing only affects me when I am out in the garden, which I definitely was not during the night. I know that I have vivid dreams and do strange things now and then when dreaming. Don't remind me of the one night during a vacation, when I was pedalling through my dream and happily imitating a bicycle bell- daughter had been in stitches and still is when she remembers! Then Smyths Toys it was, where I met the mother of my daughter's school friend. We had a nice talk, I got my Barbies and a carriage for a Princess doll, then I went back home. In the late afternoon hubby and I got an invitation to an impromptu party at a neighbour. Lots of fun, though after a few glasses of prosecco I was the only one who guessed the Rocky Horror Picture show as the main theme of the musical component- husband mine was a bit flabbergasted, because this should have been his field of expertise!
Husband dearest contemplates to adopt the dog of neighbour's son- a big no for my part. Not that I don't love the furry oaf, but getting up early to do a morning walk has never been on my agenda!