last night, i had the strangest dream.
I was warped, physically, into my inbox.
And there I was.
Surrounded by little email envelopes. All of them flapping their little flaps, and yelling at me for attention.
It was hell.
I heard a lot of voices. My director’s, my colleagues, some voices I did not recognise.
And there, in the back, was one email. standing alone. standing quietly.
And i thought, I’ll deal with that one first.
So I walk over to it, clamber past the yelling flaps and say:
Cath: Hi, I’m Cath. How can I help you?
Email: Hi, I’m spam. Would YOU like a bigger penis?
I woke up at this point. I’m still not sure whether to laugh, cry or book myself into the closest funny farm.