In last night's dream, I received a (seemingly rather belated) Christmas present from some family friends in the old hometown. It was parcelled up in a green satin jeweller's bag which was decorated with half a dozen silver crucifix charms. Interesting gift for a devout athist, but I figured I could use them when I started my jewellery business. Inside the bag was a necklace I recently made for myself. Also jumbled up into all of this was a grand house with washing hung to dry over the banisters of the main staircase, and news reports of a storm and Christmas lights.

I've been thinking of starting a jewellery blog - and wildly daydreaming about my own business - so obviously I've got beads on the brain. There actually was a storm on the news last night, a freak barrage of hail in the old hometown. As for the grand house with the washing line shortage . . . plenty of mansions in the historicl novel I'm reading, but no mention of laundry.