OK got up this morning from a dream about oyster soup. There was a manic desperation because the soup had to be correctly flavoured. Vinegar was missing, I think there may have been single cream as well. I don't have the faintest idea where this dream comes from but then the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways. I was laying on my back and may of also had a snore. This is happening more often nowadays. In the background the cat was meowing and wanted to be let out. The only thing of matter though was my soup. I was making it, tasting it and desperately seeking seasoning.
It's cold out. I'm awake and about to leave. No oyster soup insight. However, a little Irish stew wouldn't go amiss.
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