Dreams: Tennis and Sirens

My dream involved my flatmate's parents zooming around, but this is from a picture of my mother getting married in her parents' Norman tower house, in a £5 dress from Crete and daffodils picked by my uncle. Wedding win!

Jim's dream of him and I independently reaching the Wimbledon semi finals by sheer luck and boring the crowds with a truly terrible game. Echoes of Jedward.

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One Response to Dreams: Tennis and Sirens

  1. Colette says:

    All I can imagine is the two of you laying in a crumpled heap, burnt under the sun, calling out for more barley water.

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