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More fun in bed:

Last night’s dreaming involved one in which I was promising to take the residents of Iona packets of biscuits at christmas, if they promised to keep the pub open over the winter season (it usually closes from November to March).

There was another, too, in which my site was coded entirely from string and gaffer tape (quite lideralee) and I was stuck in the middle, trying to extract myself from the knots. Oh, the symbolism.

In the middle of this dream, I woke up, because Paul rolled over and said in a matter-of-fact tone, “Meg, you have to stop using IE.”

“What?” I said, because he was mumbling.

“You have to stop using IE,” he repeated, “because mumble mumble mumble“

“Paul? Why do I have to stop using it?”

Paul rolled over again. “Doesn’t matter,” he said, settling his head against the pillow.

“Are you awake?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said, quite clearly.

“Then tell me why I have to stop using IE. I’m confused.” I repeated.

“Well,” he said, turning to me with his eyes firmly shut, “It’s going to crash any moment, and you’re going to lose all the work you’ve done. It’s not looking very stable. You’d better switch browsers now,” he continued, “while you still can.”

And with that, he zonked out again, still as fast asleep as he was while talking. And this morning, despite claiming to have had spoddy dreams, of this conversation he had no memory whatsoever.

I think some people may have been using the Internet too much recently. Just a wee bit, maybe…