Sunday - Monday 28-29/1/2018

I could have got an hour or so longer in bed if I had been more disciplined and not succumbed to some sulky resentment over a trivial matter. At least when I got there I slept OK, and had an "epic" detailed dream about being part of a 3-man reconnaissance patrol in World War 1 - not in the trenches but in open country. It must have been the Balkans because we spotted a Turkish fleet offshore.

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