Had a late one last night on the ol' Pinot Grigio and one hasn't been up long. During my prolonged slumber I dreamt that I had taken a job in Portsmouth of all ******* places. Not only had I taken said job but I had agreed to travel down there and back each day. It was pretty clear and vivid imagination that when I woke up the first thing I thought was **** me I've got a 10 hour, return journey, drive to go through. First time I've remembered a dream for years.