Bereft

So, on leaving work on Friday I got to the bike rack to discover my bike helmet sitting forlornly on the pavement and my bike nowhere to be seen. I've had it almost exactly a year (from new) which I suppose is not too bad for a bike in Oxford but still, I was more than a little annoyed. Still, moves are in train to replace the damn thing so I won't be bereft for too long I hope. Perhaps I should keep an eye out on the second hand market :)

To sleep, perchance to dream...

Lack of hugs (or perhaps slightly delayed lack of caffeine?) seems to be having a very odd effect on me. I've had a more active nocturnal life than I've had for months. And they're odd dreams. Not nightmares exactly because I'm generally safe by the end, but scary. Lots of chasing, although I usually manage to outwit the pursuers (most notably last night by getting into one of the ships toilets which were like porta-loos on the deck and knowing that it was a secret escape pod and thus being able to cast it off into the sea leaving my pursuer (who felt rather like Hexadecimal) shrieking at me from the rail of the boat). New relationships that start of really well and then go through huge fights before mellowing into mere acquaintance. Being on an out of control horse/car/aeroplane and having to find some way to bring it safely down. The trouble with this is that it's not very restful - I tend to wake up feeling worried or in some cases with my heart beating faster and everything. I wish Alex was back - no one chases me when he's there.