I had a bad dream last night. I dreamt I was stuck on a tiny island in the middle of nowhere and the only way off was to wait for a ship which went backwards and forwards between Cape Town and, for some reason, Scotland (I think it must have been Ullapool).
I woke up and for a moment couldn't remember where I was. Then, thank goodness - I'm not stuck on a tiny island, I'm on St Helena.
Phew.
Panic over.
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