I had a dream last night. I have already left it a couple of hours so I can't remember how it began but it was a kind of garden party with access to an inside kitchen area.
I'd taken off my shoes to enjoy the sunny afternoon and the party/picnic was drawing to a close. I can see shadows of half a dozen people in the garden area. The garden sloped up on the left and on the right lower side was the kitchen area.
I went inside to look for my shoes.
Steven Moffat was there.
'Have you seen my shoes anywhere?' I think I probably asked.
'Maybe you went alfresco?' either he replied or I said some version of).
'You probably wrote that, didn't you?' (referring to the 1980s TV series Alfresco)
He smiled.
I'd made Steven Moffat smile.
I either did or didn't find my shoes and as I was leaving the kitchen area checked back over my shoulder
He was still smiling.
Jackpot!
And in the background, John Sessions was leaning probably over a sink, washing a cup or cleaning his boots or something, and he was laughing to himself over my brilliant line as well (I assume). Either that... or he had my shoes.
So there we go. That was my dream.
And err...no.....
Neither have I.
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