Dreams are funny things, aren't they?
Lord knows where all this came from, but last night I dreamt that I was involved in some heavy construction project, designing and installing large reinforced concrete beams and was then asked to visit an elderly recluse (above) to judge his mental health because the caravan he lived in was blocking the route of this project. I took a huge sheaf of papers with me and was very prepared to be fair to the guy and get him all the protection he needed, then I woke up. You figure.
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