Broken sleep bonus

New mum's been doing a great job of managing Miles during the numerous feeds each night, but I still tend to wake up intermittently when I hear his cries and grunts and splutters. One unexpected bonus of this broken sleep is the wacky dreams that it brings on. On Friday night when Miles stirred at 4am, I was woken from a lengthy sequence where I was a global superstar of undisclosed talent. I was hurriedly being ushered around the best clothing retailers in some glamorous city or other, whilst an entourage of expert tailors squeezed and sewed me into a figure-hugging gold one-piece jumpsuit, in preparation for a huge performance that night in a major (and presumably sold-out) auditorium. I was quite short (but none of my hangers-on dared mention it), I had curly hair and I was black. Then I woke up.

Picture something like the outfits below. But gold and more overweight. Anyway, thanks Miles, and let's see what we can conjure up tonight, eh?