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I was woken up from a stressful dream this morning (the dreams that I remember have a strong tendency to be about running away from unknown pursuers, and hiding, and being discovered, and then running again; not very relaxing!) by the sound of one of the neighbours playing Mark Knopfler's What It Is through the walls. It's one of my favourite songs in the world and I've never before met anyone who's heard it, but I must admit I wanted it to go away so that I could sleep some more and maybe bring the dream to a non-stressful conclusion.

Anyway, I spent today at the Imperial War Museum, which was exhausting in every way imaginable. I manfully resisted a) sobbing all over the 'Poets and Artists' section of the WWI exhibit, and b) all of the KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON merchandise.

( Book meme from Nny )