The next decade....what's in store?

I was in his shoes

As I read the scorecard between Sri Lanka and England and saw Andrew Flintoff's name, I remembered what one of my dreams was about last night.

I was somewhere, can't recall, a room of some sorts, maybe like the eating area of a cricket ground and Andrew Flintoff and another English player (?) came up to me and casually started a conversation. Then Andrew asked me where I got my sneakers from.

Oh my goodness! I totally forgot! I had been wandering around the England dressing room a couple of days before, and in my desperation to find a pair of sneakers (the Queen's Park Oval here in Trinidad is a bit dusty and I only carried slippers!), I took the pair that I saw. True, it was a bit bigger than my yamfeet, but nothing that an extra pair of socks couldn't address.

Anyway, when he asked me, it was with a knowing look, that these were in fact his shoes! Yes, they were. I immediately apologized, and he was very sweet about it all. I promised to have them cleaned up and put back where I got them from.

Hagen Daaz Cookies 'n Cream ice cream, Horlicks, bread with peanut butter and nutmeg jelly.....just in case you're wondering what di hell I ate before going to bed to cause me to dream something so weird!